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And when I go

You won't do a thing

But sit and stare at a wall

Regretting everything cruel you said to me

You want to find me

Tell me you're sorry

You want to carry me away

Tell me not to cry anymore

You want to hold me in your arms

Tell me everything is all right

You want to wrap my wrists

Tell me not to cut myself



After years of searching

You find me

Sitting by myself in the woods

You walk up to me

But you don't tell me you're sorry

You yell at me some more

You don't carry me away

You make me cry again

You don't hold me in your arms

You shove me away

You don't wrap my wrists

You hardley notice them at all



When the fire is put out

And your temper cools

You look before you

At the shaking form that is me

You realize what you said to me

You tell me your sorry

You carry me away

And tell me not to cry

You hold me in your arms

And tell me everything will be all right

You wrap my wrists

And tell me not to cut myself again



When we finally get back home

I look around

At all the things that I used to know

They're all the same

And i slowly start to remember

You would tell me you're sorry

You would carry me away

And tell me not to cry

You held me in your arms

And told me everything would be all right

You wrapped my wrists

And told me not to cut myself again