How could you look at the face of that angel, and still
Have the courage to leave?
How could you listen to our little boy singing, and still
Have the heart to deceive?
How could you throw away all that we had,
For a love, that’s unstable at best?
They go to sleep without your touch,
Is your lover worth this much?
It doesn’t seem to bother you,
Tell me where your conscience flew
Now that you’re free.
You don’t even look as you tear out the driveway, and see
Our little boy wave goodbye.
I think of you packing the shirt that I bought you and
I, I start to cry.
How can she possibly be to your heart
What your own, flesh and blood cannot be?
They go to sleep without your touch,
Is your lover worth this much?
It doesn’t seem to bother you,
Tell me where your conscience flew
Now that you’re free.
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