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 this 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 judgement
Of the bonds I must untie.
Don’t tell me how to suffer,
And don’t tell me how to cry.
My life is filled with selfishness,
My pain is all I see.
But I need you, I need 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.”