I’m afraid that I gotta do what I gotta do,
But if I let you go, where you gonna go?
We gotta make it change, time to turn the page;
Something isn’t right, I don’t wanna fight you.
We’ve been through tougher times, you know it gets worse;
We can turn this around, please let me be first.
And, as I feel your tears spilling on my shirt,
Something isn’t right, I don’t wanna fight you.
Hey you, come over and let me embrace you;
I know that I’m causing you pain, too,
But, remember, if you need to cry,
I’m here to wipe your eyes.
Tonight, before you fall asleep, I’ll run my thumb across your cheek. Cry, ‘cause I’m here to wipe your eyes.
You gotta breathe, we’ll be OK.
