The Way He Smiled At Me
He knew what he did
We both knew
That he had done
What he supposedly "didn't even intend to do."
But even if he hadnt't meant it
No words of apology ever passed his lips.
Because he felt like he didn't need to admit his guilt
Because he didn't feel any.
After all, people like him could do the crime
but serve no time
and that's just how it be.
But boy-oh-boy will I never forget
the way he smiled at me.
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