When I lost you, I lost the truth, I lost the knowledge to know, who, are you; When I lost you, I lost the youth, the child inside I knew died, leaving me moved; This movement in my life, was swift as the laws of justice, and caused me to understand why they respect us. As the child left, I slowly cried, and lived my life; one day at a time, I looked for him and he was gone, as fast as I found him, he died without cause. Now I know what it is like to be a man, something forced upon me as though I am... When I lost you, I lost the truth; I lost life, but I found my rights; the rights to be a man, I thought I knew everything. In the end we all die, no one lives your life. Just remember not to get to close, as I know myself as truth. If you are hiding lies, try to remember, it only takes words to make them right. Thanks for your time.
