The price was paid when I took off my mask.

I thought I could trust them,

But I told them too much,

And I paid the price.

The price was high,

And it was hard to pay,

But I did,

Whether it was in blood or pain.

The price was paid,

When I thought I could trust,

When I thought they finally cared.

I just wanted love,

And a friend who would be there,

But I paid the price when no one listened,

And no one heard my plea.

I knew from the beginning that dreams were just illusions,

But I tried to go against what everyone said,

And ignored their advice,

And paid the price.

When I thought someone cared,

And shared my problems,

They mocked me.

When my tears fell,

They did nothing but point and laugh.

I wanted to be loved,

But I paid the price.

Everyone only cares about themselves,

And I paid the price for thinking they would just ignore their selfish ways for me.

When I pay the price,

I don’t seem learn.

I can’t stop from needing a friend.

I can't stop from wanting to be loved,

If they can.

I keep paying the price,

For thinking I could trust again.