As I talk to you,
As I tell you my story,
Your eyes widen and your face loses it's structure.
Your mouth runs out of words
But your heart cries for help.
My heart is not a battlefield,
It's not a field at all!
My heart is not free.
My mind wonders because my wounds
From the past
Still affect my present.
No,I'm not insecure,
I just can't trust no one else.
