Wasted Years

I see you sitting there,
curled up in that ball
are you ok on your own?
would you like me
to call someone for you?
and she answers me with silence
as if i'd expect anything else
this girl isn't someone
to relate to the others
who're begging to help her.

and she closes her eyes
refusing to cry
and i wish i could
apologise for all the mistakes
i made back then.
i wish i could say sorry
for the person she is
but i don't know how.

so i think of a lullaby
to remind her there is time
to rectify what she has done
but she doesn't hear me
and she takes that knife anyway
cuts up her life
trying to prove that she's right,
she's not worth their time.
and its a deeper wound that i take
because i can't wipe
those tears of mine.

so i stand on the sidelines
and watch from afar
trying to give her the answers
she's searching for
and i see her there bleeding
but i can't do a thing
she can't hear through
the screaming from within.

so i stand and i watch
as she stops and she falls
and she doesn't say a thing
she can't move at all,
so i phone for an ambulance
its the least i can do.

i see her sitting there
curled up on the floor
are you ok, can you hear me?
is there someone i can call?
this time she nods
and blinks back the tears,
tell myself I'm sorry
for all those wasted years.