Yours was the hand
That beat me down
And now you reach out
Asking for help
And you sit there wondering
Why I am letting you drown

Yours was the hand
That knew how to abuse
And now you’re stuck
In a mess you made
And you can’t understand
Why it is that I refuse

Yours was the hand
That struck with a closed fist
And now you’re lost
Needing help to be found
And you seem confused
On why I would refuse

Yours was the hand
That struck me down
Now mine is the hand
That’s letting you drown