Trust is quite funny,

Do I hand over my heart,

When you might beak it?

Maybe you’re a good person,

But in the past I was wrong,

Break it,

Heal it,

Play it,

Nurture it.

So Many decisions,

Which one will you pick?

A random lottery,

50/50,

Though considering how this world has turned to something of a mockery,

More like 25/75, but it’s ok, you find me pretty,

So back to 50/50

Break it,

Heal it,

Play it,

Nurture it.

Pick a card,

Any card,

Our fate in your hands.

Pick a card,

Any card,

No need to be so grand.

Are you nice,

Or fake?

Kind or two sided?

I’ve learned my lesson you see,

About girls and boys like you who just toy with me.

My heart in your hands,

Break it,

Heal it,

Play it,

Nurture it.

Time will tell,

But right now its lips are sealed shut.

All I can do is hope it will all turn out well,

But I know it won’t, deep down in my gut.

Break it,

Heal it,

Play it,

Nurture it.

Welcome to the game for my heart,

Where we all lose