The Question Is How


I was blind - blinded by an innocence that vanished along with you
I won't deny your actions wounded me
When you were through with me, I couldn't accept the truth
Feel the salt sting in my open hands
The burn reminds me what I can withstand
And I can handle your backhand, though
I've just got to know how did this happen to me?
I wanted to believe every word you said, but I'll just let it be
I'll let you go on pretending that you're dead
So the lesson I've learned - who do we really know?
No one lets the truth be shown - we find out the hard way
You think a person's changed,
But people don't change - they're always the same
You never know all along they were that way
Though my disappointment shows I only wanna know
You may already be dead
I needed you there you weren't there
But I have the right to know







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