sixteen years
what a short span
a thousand tears
this was not the plan

we were growing old
and growing up
and now you grow cold
it's much too abrupt

laughing yesterday night
to mourning your life
oh what a sight
you with that knife

You taught me how to  kiss
You taught me how to  love
You taught me how to  lie
You taught me low to  live
*you taught me how to  cry
you taught me how to  laugh
You taught me how to  touch your cheek
but when you left,
you forgot to teach me how to  **forget you.