When Lust Kills

How could I?
What a friend I used to have,
he was great and nice and kind and loving,
I killed his trust in me...

How could I?
When lust, they say,
kills the soul...
That burning sense in my heart,
after what I did to him...

That night,
the dark was tempting,
my hands, were so cold,
they needed warmth in a sin...

He was too near to me,
I couldn't say no to myself,
I tried and tried,
but....

He looked at me with despise,
his Sedan that parked out of my crib,
he drove it away from me,
so far away...

If I get a chance to see him again,
I would beg for forgiveness,
to restore back the trust we used to share,
I hope he will love me again,
as how we were before...
friends.