Each confession I make

Translates to you as an insult.

We must rid ourselves of this habit.

I once heard you say you'll never love anyone more.

Then why am I still fighting you?

And it's never felt like this, before.

No, we've never fought like this, before.

But you, should, know,

That I am on your side,

I am on your side.

Although it may seem useless.

I am on your side.

Your hands are bearing, worn down to the bone.

But you're still holding on me.

So I tighten my grip,

By god, I won't let you slip.

But can you breathe this way?

And it's never felt like this, before.

No, we've never fought like this, before.

And I am on your side,

I am on your side.

Although it may seem useless.

I am on your side.

I am on your side.

Love was never this frail or so good when it's good.

No, it's never felt like this, before.

No, it's never felt like this, before.

And I am on your side,

I am on your side.

Although it may seem useless.

I am on your side.

I am on your side.

I am on your side.