Please, know... My sadness goes
All the way through
But, please, don't ever think
That I did not believe you
It's just, when I don't hear
From you in a while,
Then the old ghost of doubt
Comes back and haunts my mind

Born from a past, a childhood
Made for the most part of hurt
And pain, and it has come here
To show me once more, how it
Is all repeating again
That my fragile and sad attempt
Of finally making a friend
Has been once more ridiculed,
And my trust has been betrayed

Again
Please, do not ever think
That I am doubting you
It's just that my sadness
Really goes all the way through