To what extent can you trust love?

Does it not blind you? Does it not leave you naked and poor?

Doesn’t it ripp you off of family and friends?

Doesn’t it strip you down of your personality and taste?

Who is she really, this woman who lies beside me

In my most unprotected hours?

Some of my clearest memories are of watching her shine

With anger and now I’m still unable to look away, 

But I don’t really know her and I can’t trust her

No more that I can trust myself

For love made me unbelievably