The Question Is How

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.