I don't really know you Emma
But I might have an idea of you
You fell in love, lost it all
and since then haven't convalesced
Well don't you know Emma
that it's been years?
Don't you know that
while you've been holding on,
the world hasn't stopped
turning on its gears?
Yet I can't really blame you
if you are still paralyzed.
If a wound is all that's left,
then I'd understand why you
wouldn't want it to heal.
All I can say is Emma,
that maybe your melancholy
would be more admirable
if you but had the courage
to smile a little bit more.
All I can say Emma,
is that tug-of-war has long ceased.
I've long given you freely,
every inch you want to conquer.
Blame me, blame yourself.
Don't you realize that you
come on your own?
Every time you fall into
that same rabbit hole?
Blame me, blame yourself.
To me it's all the same.
I don't need your absolution,
I just need you to move on.
Blame me, blame yourself.
To me it's all the same.
Emma, your bitter reality
is my very same love story.