I am not to be trusted
For I hold too much in trust.
I am not to be loved
For I hold too much in love.
Things that I will tell you will often be lies
For I hold too much in truth.
I will often be disguised
There is no such thing as 100%
Because if there was it would be me.
If you could ever offer this
I would not be all these things
I would be safe,
I think...
Safe like a grenade with the pin still in place
But still a grenade none the less...
Stay away from me
For your own health
Or never leave my side
Can anyone be that sure
Or will you pull that pin?