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 that this just a test,
That I am surely blessed,
That I am chosen for this task,
Apart from all the rest.
Don't come at me with answers,
That only come from me,
Don't tell me how my grief will pass...
That I shall soon be free.
Don't stand in pious judgement,
Of the bonds I must untie,
Don't tell me how to suffer,
Don't tell me how to cry.
My life is filled with selfishness,
My pain is all I see,
But I need you, and I need your love...
Accept me in my ups and down,
I need someone to share,
Just to hold my hand and let me cry,
And say, "My friend, I care."