Each confession I makenTranslates to you as an insultnWe must rid ourselves of this habitnI once heard you say you'll never love anyone morenThen why am I still fighting you?nnAnd it's never felt like this beforenNo, we've never fought like this beforenBut you should knownnThat I am on your sidenI am on your sidenAlthough it may seem uselessnI am on your sidennYour hands are bearing one down to the bonenBut you're still holding on menSo I tightened my gripnMy god I won't let you slipnBut can you breathe this waynnAnd it's never felt like this beforenNo, we've never fought like this beforennAnd I am on your sidenI am on your sidenAlthough it may seem uselessnI am on your sidenI am on your sidennLove was never this frail or so good when it's goodnnNo it's never felt like this beforenNo it's never felt like this beforennAnd I am on your sidenI am on your sidenAlthough it may seem uselessnI am on your sidenI am on your sidenI am on your side