People always thinking,
they know everything,
promising me something,
and then just lying.
Why do I trust you?
Why do I believe you?
You don't see me crying,
but my heart is suffocating;
teardrops are filling it,
and my eyes are not faking it.
I am the one who's believing ...
Believing that you could change,
oh that would be strange,
but for once telling me the truth,
like you only couldn't do.
