WHEN you know I'm broken,

would you count my tears

leaking from my wells

of grief and desperation?

 

WHEN you know I'm hurt,

would you heal my wound,

or you'll just watch me

while I bleed to death?

 

WHEN you know I'm down,

would you just lift me up,

or simply slap me down

for being so damn weak?

 

WHEN you know I'm beaten,

do you ever have a heart

to say, "Things will be ok"

rather than accusing me?

 

WHEN you know I'm fine,

Then your records are neat.

You did a wonderful job;

You took all the credit.

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