Read Between the Lines

No matter how I try, I can’t forget. An undying song it is. When I close my eyes, I see that awful picture. I feel hurt. Pain. I try not to think of it. Each time I do I tend to cry. And though I laugh, There’s no joy in my heart. You took the knife of distrust, And jabbed it into my heart. Blood spilled for a love that I thought was real. No matter how I try, This wound won’t stop from bleeding. This wound doesn’t seem to be healing. And so I will live in shame, Of a sin I took no part in, But because of my love for you, I am joined to you. Your sins are my sins, And my shame is your shame.