Don't tell me that you understand,

Don't tell me that you know.

Don't tell me that I will survive,

How I will surely grow.

Don't tell me this is just a test,

That I am truly blessed.

That I am chosen for the task,

Apart from all the rest.

Don't come at me with answers

That can only come from me,

Don't tell me how my grief will pass,

That I will soon be free.

Don't stand in pious judgment

Of the bonds I must untie,

Don't tell me how to grieve,

Don't tell me when to cry.

My life is filled with selfishness,

My pain is all I see,

But I need you and your love...


Accept me in my ups and downs,

I need someone to share.

Just hold my hand and let me cry,

And say, "My friend, I care."

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