My sweet, my lonely heart is skeptic. Each word, each action probed. Ideas scrutinized and questioned “not true” – the heart runs into a default. My sweet, my lonely heart is skeptic. Rejects the possibility of something new. Can’t trust no one, can’t trust my inner instincts Emotions, and my feeling can’t be true. In search for flaws, in search for bias when facing conflict with my previous beliefs. Everything goes through randomized trials with intent to reserve and defend status quo.