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