it’s my fault

he’s dying and it’s my fault

i’m making him cry at night

and his heart hurts everytime i pick up the phone

i could blame someone else but i shouldn’t…

it’s me

he will die soon and i’ll be too far from him

i’ll hold his hand but he’ll die without me

i could blame someone else but i shouldn’t

his voice on the phone aches,

his voice pleads me to come closer

i stay

i struggle

and as if in a dream i want to run but my legs don’t move

i want to hold him but my hands are tied up somewhere i can’t quite see

i could blame someone else but i shouldn’t

if we blame we hurt

if we blame we cry

if we blame we bleeds

we watch and become small

the evil heart turns us into evil people

i am dying myself but they keep me up

he will die and it’s my fault

i can’t hold him up ’cause i’ve given up

i could blame someone else but i shouldn’t

he says it’s not right so it’s me… it’s me killling him… slowly and from so far

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