I see the scars on your arms,
And I am resentful.
Resentful that they are not mine.
Resentful that I couldn't stop you.

What's mine is yours,
And what's your is mine.
Including the pain.
But I couldn't stop you.

I left you alone.
In my drunkenness,
I left you alone.
And I couldn't stop you.

My words and worries are useless.
Only the pain you feel brings you back.
I am useless.
Because I couldn't stop you.

I see them and I resent them.
I wish that could be my arm.
My pain.
But I couldn't stop you.

For I was too far gone.
I was too busy stealing my pain,
To recognize yours.
And I couldn't stop you.

I'm sorry...