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 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.
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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