We are both too weary from battle, our souls all battered and scared, the smile I painfully wear on my face is really just a facade. 

Our knees are buckled and broken from the times we fell to the ground, to our enemy we shout so they fear us but to each other we don't make a sound. 

For all the times I try to help you and all the times I try again, what started with beauty and friendship I worry is now at its end. 

For now I keep up the fighting, I tell you how much I love you in a song, but believe me this will never get better if we don't admit there is something wrong. 

Hold your head up during this last push don't be afraid to take me by the hand, remember you are my woman and I will remain your ever loving man.