I see these patterns,
Patterns of us all, in a fabric combined and woven together.
Faint little stitches stick out, so small but so bold I can't ignore them.
I can't help but to blame myself for your contribution.

You've become a stitch,
You're one of the bold 38,000.
I can see you ever so clearly,
I can't help but to blame myself for your contribution.

I wish you'd tell me,
All the pain you went through, all the suffering, all the tears.
We weren't that close but you meant everything to me and
I can't help but to blame myself for your contribution

I saw you get hurt,
I saw you get wounded beyond the survival point.
I thought you would recover, but I obviously didn't know you.
I can't help but to blame myself for your contribution

You're pain must have been too grave to even touch.
Because the bottle is empty,
and you're not with me, and
I can't help but to blame myself for your contribution.