I Know, c. 2001 by Zargo the Fierce
I wrote this for my stepdaughter for the night she learned that her mother and I were seperating.
So you tell me that you're OK,
And you say that you don't care.
Do you think I'm so far gone
As to be so unaware?
I see the pain on your face,
Even though you will not speak.
A million words are all said
In the tear rolling down your cheek.
I never meant to hurt you,
But I see it in your eyes.
Is it truth that pains you now,
Or all the months of lies?
