He has to go
though I don't want him to
he gonna let go
though I'm holding him tight.

I never beg
though my actions says it all
I don't want to cry
and now I'm trying not to.

But as I watch you walk away
far from were I'm standing
tears were falling
but then I'm the happiest

For I know that you'll come back
in my arms,
one day,
after few months.