A Pattern of forgettingnForgetting the way you movednYou move toward menBut the memory of the way you leftnThe saddest day in my lifenWas watching you walk awaynFrom my armsnAnd into hisnIs he holding younLike I used tonWill I ever hold you again?nI’m finding a way back to younAnd I hope it doesn’t take me very longnI have trouble sleepingnAlmost every nightnBecause of younAnd the way you leftnThe saddest day in my lifenWas watching you crynBecause of menAnd those things I did (to you)nWell I would hold my breathnIf it caused my deathnIf I thought that it might helpnI’m finding a way back to younAnd I hope it doesn’t take me very longnHolding on to nothing but my nSlip away from younI’m finding a way back to younAnd I hope it doesn’t take me very longnWith every linenI’m finding a way back to younAnd I hope it doesn’t take me very long n