She looks at me and asks if it's true
What will hurt more, I think in a panic
The Lies to continue to comfort her
or the cold, hard truth?

What must I do?
What can I say?
I don't ******* know

She's still looking at me, with those big, sad eyes
I'm meant to protect her from all this
but I don't know how to anymore, and maybe, in the back of my mind,
I was hurting too and needed a comrade to help me through
no...I can't bear to think about that for too long
So, in a moment of blind faith that it will all be OK
I tell her the truth, the core of the problem
and as I watch her face crumple
her beautiful face which is now plagued by the hurt
Her eyes spill over and her mouth makes the perfect shape of an 'o'
It smells a little like rain, but it's only her tears
I have to ask myself if it was the right decision
but I cannot reach a conclusion
when I see my baby sister
take the world on her shoulders
and knowing I put it there.