Don’t you trust me?
I thought you knew who I was.

I thought that years
And years
Of showing solid common sense,
Would amount to something.

I though you knew who I was.

I thought that years
And years
Of telling how much it annoys me
When people trash their lives
Would amount to something.

I though you knew who I was.

I thought that when I grew up
And began to see the world
That all those years
And years
Would mean you wouldn’t worry about me.

I though you knew who I wanted to be.

I thought that all those years
And years
Would mean you would trust me.

I want you to trust me.
I want you to let me go with him,
And not worry about me.
And to know that I will always make the choice.

I want you to trust me.

I thought you knew who I was,
And who I wanted to be.

But now I wonder.

Do you?