Why should I
let you in,
when you closed the door
and locked yourself within?
Why should I
tell you what I feel,
when last time I did
you said it wasn’t real?
Why should I
believe what you say,
when you always lie
and pretend it’s okay?
Why should I
trust you?
Maybe I shouldn’t,
and maybe I would—
but right now,
I never could.
