Drawing

I heard you were drawing
On your hand with his knife
Don’t do this, young one
You have so much to live for
It may seem bad now
But just come talk to me
Don’t do this, young one
We can figure it out

So many of us here
Care so much about you
I’m one of those people
And I’ve only known you
For a very short time
Don’t throw away your life
Don’t scare us by drawing
On your hand with his knife

I can’t say it enough
I am here to listen
And I’ve prob’ly been there
I’ll try to help you out
But you’ve got to let me
I’ll tell you what I think
And I think you need to
Let me in that mind of yours