I'll tell you a story Of a girl who desired All the pain to wash away She tells you her problems, but all you say "Don't think that way" Being told is not advice Even though she agrees, She cries. You wonder why she feels this away, But all you do Is stand and stare.
She thinks you don't care, But you do, do you not?
Those four words Don't help anymore But shows her the way To ending her fate.
Those four words don't Guide her the way. Telling is not saving, But listening may.