I wanted to reach out to your hand
And help you hold on
But you just grazed my hand, you let yourself fall
To the darkness inside you, and now you are goneI wanted to be your lifesaver
When you were drowning in your screams
But you never saw me there
And you've let go of your breath.I wanted to be the shoulder
The shoulder to lean on, to comfort, to make you feel loved.
But you leaned too far on the cliff
And you wouldn't let me go after you; you demanded I stay stiff.I wanted to save you.
But you wouldn't let me.
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