Broken

My instincts tell me something's wrong
The source though is not clear.
Maybe I'm just paranoid
And it's just some past fear.

I do not declare to know for sure
What troubles me so much.
So by my gut I start the search
To get the truth in touch.

Now I don't know what you have done
But since you won't come clean.
When I find out and facts in hand
I will become obscene.

There is a point that I should make
About true love and trust.
Broken once they won't return
And change your heart to dust.