If I were to spiral down into the pits of madness, who would be there to rescue me?
If I were to call you crying and ask you to help, would you bother to answer?
If I manage to shred my skin and shed my tears, would you stay to make it better?
You tell me you're ride or die, but can I trust that?
In the morning when I can't stand because of the pain, will you be there to help me?
In the afternoon when I feel myself start to break, will you try to fix me?
In the night when I feel at my lowest, will you be there to shine on?
You tell me that it will be alright, but can I trust that?
When I'm too weak to hold myself up can you rush to my aid?
When I finally crack under all of the pressure, do you promise not to laugh at me for it?
When I decide that I want to tell everyone about my problems, will you actually listen to me?
You tell me that I need help, but can I trust that?
Can I trust you?
Will you help me as well as I help myself?
Will you even try to match that energy?
You tell me that you will
But
Can I trust that?
