The trouble with letting people close
Is the opportunity you give them to use a shorter knife
Trusting people with your secrets
Leaves you open for attack
I have no secrets, my thoughts read plainly on my face
If you take the time to read me, you have all you need to know
Every relationship is a demonstration of trust
If you let people turn your pages
You leave your pages to the risk of getting ripped
No control over how the words will be received, perceived or understood
Despite how they are intended
You are left in the hands of Fate and circumstance.
Friends know your true weaknesses
And you trust them to not abuse
Your kryptonite, your Achilles heel
They can use it against you at any time,
The minute the friendship ends,
If it was there at all
And hit you were it really hurts
Is the opportunity you give them to use a shorter knife
Trusting people with your secrets
Leaves you open for attack
I have no secrets, my thoughts read plainly on my face
If you take the time to read me, you have all you need to know
Every relationship is a demonstration of trust
If you let people turn your pages
You leave your pages to the risk of getting ripped
No control over how the words will be received, perceived or understood
Despite how they are intended
You are left in the hands of Fate and circumstance.
Friends know your true weaknesses
And you trust them to not abuse
Your kryptonite, your Achilles heel
They can use it against you at any time,
The minute the friendship ends,
If it was there at all
And hit you were it really hurts
The first line is an amazing and sobering thought. I know all too well how short knives can leave deep (and repeated) wounds before you realize it. Shorter knives are also much, much easier to conceal.
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