How?

Just like that small boy, I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes cry
As I held your wet cheeks in my hands
I wished the world to make it go away
To put that smile back the way it used to be
Then you said “how can you do this to me?”

At that moment all that was left of me was dead
I’ve hurt the one I cared for
I’d wounded you with the things I’d said
All the world can’t make that go away
Now we'll never do the things we used to do
Then I said “how could I do this to you?”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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