You could've died last night.
And I was scared to death..
I carved it on my arm
While, you took a much needed rest
I told you not to do that.
But you did it anyway..
And it hurt when I heard what you did
That you were just so ******* stupid
You almost got yourself killed..
And I was scared to death for you..
But you acted like it's nothing
And it hurt
Somewhere deep inside
That even if it meant saving your life, you wouldn't even consider taking my advice..
All I have ever asked from you is for you to, play nice..
And it hurts, the scars still sting..
Because I'm supposed to be protecting you
And I couldn't save you from what you did.
And I don't know what to expect next
And I'm scared to death.

How can I possibly help
When I'm the one so lost?
How can I give advice
When I don't know what I'm doing?

But I give the help
That I wish I had,
I give the advice
That I truly need,

But do I listen to myself?
No--
These words need to come
From another's lips

Before I can hear it
Another must speak
These words of encouragement
That I say so often,

But when I look around
There is no one there,
No one to help me when I fall,
I am alone.