Maybe I'm weak, maybe I'm strong.
But what's the meaning when you ain't coming home?
So I go inside and close this door, and as I have so many times before.
I'm so confused and don't know what to do.
I've tried to hold on to what we've had and go on.
All the time I have to deny, this pain I feel inside.
If only I could, I would.
Beg you to stay, down on my knees, bleeding screaming
" Please, don't go away..."