How can I ever hold your hands again?
How can I ever hug you without the fear of being stabbed again?
How can I ever call you brother again?
Maybe I wasn't meant to give it out as freely as I did.
Maybe I was meant to attach a price tag, one you can never afford.
Maybe that second, third, nineteenth chance I gave shouldn't have been after your first strike.
Once bitten twice shy,
Too bad I trusted you after several bites.
Too bad I called your brother when you'd rather not bother how valuable my trust for you is.
You poisoned my soul,
Too bad I might never trust again