Her dear heart is still a bit broken
Lost naïveté a reminiscent token
Of when backstabbers weren’t so prevalent
Of when people said what they actually meant
Living en garde isn’t what she cares to do
She’d rather believe that all are true
Sadly that’s not the world we live in today
Too many lost, self-absorbed people in the way
Jump the hurdle don’t give in
There’s nothing worse than being like them