You fell and I picked you up,
We fell and I picked us up,
You fell again; yet, I hit the ground,
I stood tall beside you without making a sound
You fell a dozen times more,
I kept picking us up off the floor,
you never understood why I always forgave,
until, the last fall sent me to my grave
I believed my love could both of us save,
You fell time and time again; but, I was not the one that felt it,
There was not any saving us with a first aid kit.
My heart you broke and my life you took,
I finally lay at rest by our favorite little brook.
You continue to fall and I am not there to pick you up,
You fall, I will never again feel it!
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