take a step; steady pace
slowly now, it's not a race
open her clenched and angry fist
heal the cuts on her wrist
let her sit and cry it out
let her scream, let her shout
move the knife out of grasp
nothing left for her to clasp
hold her tight and let her hear
your frightened heart; beating clear
make a move; steady pace
slowly now, it's not a race
lean in and hold her gaze
be there for her in all the haze
tell her now, let her know
that your feelings arent for show
let her smile and try to hide
how she almost committd suicide
