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The way you left me makes me wonder,
Do trees feel how their leaves get walked over
After the wind scatters the dry ones away,
Into the end of a hot, Summer day?
Do fish grieve the mouthful,
That the dogs took from the lake?
Do killers know or understand,
That with each murder - they kill themselves?
Would the monsters still search for prey,
If they know why we hide?
Is darkness really dangerous,
Or does light simply know how to lie?
If I wasn't where I am or who l am,
If I was a planet and not a land,
Would you have chosen me instead?
If I was a hand and not a fist,
If I wasn't made of broken dreams,
Or didn't cry myself to sleep,
Would you still not have chosen me?
If I was dead, would you not grieve,
Or why do you act like you won't?
If I left before you did,
Would I not have won?
Would it not hurt any less,
Or be sweeter to forget?
Sharks don't know that not everything that bleeds
Is a meal designed to eat.
People like you don't know
Who to hurt and who to keep...
You don't hurt what you want to keep.
