Trust

Maybe I should've let you see all the bullets I take for you. I always thought it was enough that I said I've got your back.

Guess it wasn't, because the moment the script flipped and it was easier to shoot me down, it was me and your shells hitting the floor.

I'm more upset with myself, it's a cold world that a few lies made warmer. I chose to believe you, my fault. Lesson learned.