Hurt
What hurts is that you’d hold her,
The same way you held me,
That you’d whisper in her ear,
Make her giggle,
The same way you did to me,
What kills is that you’d touch her,
The same way you touched me,
That you’d stroke her body,
Caress her,
The same way you did to me,
What aches is that you’d complete her,
The same way you completed me,
Look after her,
Be there for her,
The same way you were for me.

