I’m told to c     u    t certain people out

Because it’s good for me

I’m told that they’re no good

But what do I do 

When they’re the ones?

The ones that have always been there

They’re the ones who have C

                                          r

                                        i

                                          e

                                       d to me

Cried with me

And cried for me?

When they’re the ones who I thought 

Would never do something to hurt me,

What do I do then?

Because recently I’ve been hearing things

Things that they might’ve said

And it doesn’t sound like them

Sometimes I wonder

If it’s just because they’re going down the beaten path

But then I remember, they still don’t get to treat me like that.

And now I’ve finally found my worth

And I’ve been born anew

But does that mean that my faith has to be too?

I believe in the messiah

I believe in my savior

I believe in Jesus Christ

But my faith in people has changed over a short time

It’s withered away as I’ve been betrayed

And as I’ve felt the internal damage it’s done to my heart

So when I wonder about what is or isn’t good for me,

I wonder why they’re telling me,

Do they think they know what’s best for me?

Sometimes they’re right

Sometimes they’re just plain rude

And sometimes they just make me feel l

                    o

        s                         t

Do I really know these people that I trust?

I think I do but how can I really know,

I’ve bared my soul into them and they just let me go

So what do I do when everyone is telling me

“Don’t be friends with her,” 

All while she’s telling me to trust her

I know I should STAND up for myself

But I think they’re just saying it because they care

And don’t want me to get hurt

But what if that’s their goal

And what if I’m too naive to see it

Maybe their goal is to hurt me

So when I’m told to c      u       t certain people out

Because it’s good for me

When I’m told that they’re no good

I have to wonder, what do I do?

What do I do when they’re the ones?

The ones that have always been there

The ones who have c

                              r

                            i

                             e

                           d to me

Cried with me

And cried for me

What do I do when they’re the ones who I thought

Would never do something to hurt me?

What do I do then?