The bravest thing Is the way I look while i'm swallowing my pride, looking in your eyes while I try to listen to you like your not about to lie, because you have. But I have to to give you another chance, yes I am scared. I can't stay here but I can't bare the though of leaving without you there.
The bravest thing Is telling you everything, even how i feel thinking you might leave me when i decide to say whats real at the price that it won't match with your ideal of "true love" you have high hung above my name. I can't change the way i think, ignore the way i feel i hope you stay.
The bravest thing Is telling you what I see when you want to pretend that how you feel is all that's real, that everything's simple and can be ignored. But you are wrong and I tell you afraid you may forget the many ways I strive to say the simple things and that you are my favorite place.
The bravest thing was when you looked at me and said I was worth everything every word every fight, worth every night you were up late irate with the way things play when we can't get a **** thing right to save our lives. When you told me again and again, most of all the way you tried.