Hurting Cold

It hurts to hear someone talk about you
I'm not jealous, I'm mad mad at what you've become, behind my back or mad at what you've been behind my back
To hear something I don't want to believe stops my heart never having the thought that you would turn on me.
Make me sorrow, make me hurt; make me shake, not because it’s cold!
Because my body wants my soul back, my soul that I gave to you.
The soul that was innocent, innocent enough that anyone could have taken it, and you took it.
The sh*t I went through! The sh*t I went through for you.
For you I love you, I still do but it’s what, and who I trust that is an overpower to make me believe them:
That makes me only care for you, and not want to trust.
I trust you, I still do but only enough trust for you to take me home.