How it died-Part 2

Look at the picture of us,
She looks so happy to be with me,
But I can't fake it anymore,
I can't pretend I'm happy.

I've done so much to her,
Why does she keep letting it go?
I have so many things left to confess,
There is so much she doesn't know.

Look at how beautiful she is,
My god, I wish I could love her like she deserves,
She's forgiven every mistake I made,
I am so lucky to have her.

These pictures, so perfect,
Tell lies that I never could,
If I could stop hurting her,
You have to believe I would.

My baby, she was so perfect,
I should have seen this result,
Look what I have done to her,
Could it really be my fault?

She doesn't know how much I love her,
But then again, how could she?
I never treated her like I should have,
Though she has always been paitent with me.

Every mistake I've made comes back to haunt me,
It kills to know I hurt her even more,
Thank God she's willing to forgive me,
If I'm willing to let her.

So tonight I'll try to forget,
Because she's been looking forward to it so long,
I don't want to dwell on everything,
That's been going wrong.

I wrap my arms around her,
Try to look perfect for this picture,
I want to make this night magical,
Because it means everything to her.

So take perfect pictures of her now,
The ones where I don't make her cry,
I'll have to tell her later,
That I don't want this to die.

*This one is from the boy's point of view, as the other is from the girl's.