• You're holding onto my hand for dear life.
    In one hand I have you, in the other I hold a knife.
    Which one to hold on to, which one to let go?
    I look up at you, and the answer I should know.
    But people hurt people when least expected.
    With a knife as my best friend, I can never be rejected.
    It will never talk back, or try to prove me wrong.
    It won't listen to me when I say I'm strong.
    But I'm looking to you, and tears are rolling down your face.
    I matter to you, but that's a fact I can't face.
    Your hand grasps tighter,
    You're a true friend, a fighter.
    I loosen my grasp on your hand.
    Thanks to you, I know I can stand.
    You came at the right time, you saw through my mask.
    You knew something was wrong without having to ask.
    Disobeying my wishes probably kept me alive.
    I know I'm stubborn, but you still helped me survive.
    Please walk close though, because I'm destined to once again fall.
    I don't want to disappoint anybody, not anybody at all.
    Don't walk behind me, because I may forget you're there.
    Don't walk in front of me, because I may think you don't care.
    Walk beside me, and be ready to help me get back on my feet.
    Take away the knife before I cut too deep.
    Throw the gun in the corner, before I pull too fast.
    Tell me the pills are expired, so I know their strength won't last.
    Stand beside me, and please don't let me go.
    I need you here so much, more than you know heart