
Would it hurt to forgive my crimes?
Like a slap, each time you speak —
You hit me where my soul is weak.
**It would be good.**
What would it cost to let it slide?
To let my heart come back inside?
To talk of us — not just the past,
To stop repeating pain so fast…
**It would be good.**
We weren’t wed — but still we burned,
In sacred ways the world unlearned.
You followed whispers in your head,
Turned love to fear with words you said.
**It would be good.**
You hold me like I’m on trial,
With judgment in your every smile.
You lay my faults for all to see,
Couldn’t you just let them be?
**It would be good.**
What would it cost to let it slide?
To let my heart come back inside?
To talk of us — not just the past,
To stop repeating pain so fast…
**It would be good.**
[Bridge] (half-spoken, heavy emotion):
You pushed until my breath ran thin,
Crushed the calm I held within.
You broke my walls, ignored the flood,
You sank me deep beneath the mud.
**It would be good.**
You picked at wounds that wouldn’t close,
Then left me stranded with my ghosts.
You crossed the line like rivers do,
But stepping back was hard for you.
**It would be good.**
Now even if you turned again,
You’d never touch the love I gave.
The place you shattered meant so much —
A gentle word, a lighter touch...
**It would be good.**