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If someone told me eight years ago, Our relationship I would have to morn. I would never ever of believed them, I could have never thought our love would be torn. How could you leave me, How could you leave our love. How could you leave our family, How, was it me you needed to be free of. I took you as my husband, For six years I was your wife. I bared you three children, And now you are not in my life. How could you leave me, How could you leave our love. How could you leave our family, How, now we'll never have peace like a dove. I could never hate you, But I hate the reason why. I still think of our times together, Sometimes I smile but usually I just cry. How could you leave me, How could you leave our love. How could you leave our family, How, we matched like a pair of gloves. You still have a place at the dinner table, I still only sleep on my side of the bed. I could never look for another man, For you are always in and never will escape my head. How could you leave me, How could you leave our love. How could you leave our family, How, when our hearts you will always be a part of. Your four year old still asks questions, He wonders if you still have his special love token. He placed it beside you, told me you were sleeping, I couldn’t do anything but cry, our hearts broken. How could you leave me, How could you leave our love. How could you leave our family, How, when your all our focus of. I could never and would never forget our love, I will fight and search for all of the answers. I'll never forgive God for taking you back, I will never forgive your dying of cancer. How could you leave me, How could you leave our love. How could you leave our family, How, we wish you were here not up above.

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