There is something about deciding a man is good,
That makes you love him.
There is one in particular who is always there,
He always put his family first,
Even when it’s falling apart.
Even when it tears him apart.
That makes him good;
Whether he sees it or not.
I see it, and that’s all that I’ve got.
And I’ll never tell those sad eyes no,
Because even though he thinks we’re different,
We’re not.