I see the tears in your eyes and I see the bruises and scraps on your arms.
They werent there yesterday. Who did this to you? Tell me and everything
will be okay. Im trying
to help you. Why dont you just tell me? Oh, you say its me that is hurting
you? What are you talking about? Oh my god, I see the
blood on my hands. I see your tears on my fingertips. What was I suppose to
do? I just wanted you to love me like you used to do.

 
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