I told her to stand, I told her to be strong
I wondered why she was crying, but didn't know I knew all along
it was me
A little bit of give, a little bit of take
I wondered why she didn't help me
'We both have problems, ' I remember saying
She tried to stand, I see that now
loving me was her last stand
I used to sit and wonder why she slipped away
I know now; it was me.
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