Afraid With You
I'm not afraid to watch you go
And I'm not afraid to watch you leave
(ba-da-da-da)
I'm not afraid to say good-bye
And I'm not afraid to set you free
It's one in the morning
And I'm trying to ignore it
But this problem isn't going away
I'm tired of fighting
And I'm tired of writing
So hard to find the words to say
I'm not afraid of the games that we'll play
Or afraid of us fading away
With the ups and the downs we've been through
I'm so afraid of the way I love you
I can't explain what I don't know
And I can't explain what is gon' be
(ba-da-da-da)
With all this pain I love you so
As long as it ends with you and me
Two in the morning
I don't know what I'm doing
And this problem isn't going away
I'm tired of fighting
And I'm tired of writing
So hard to find the words to say
I'm not afraid of the games that we'll play
I'm not afraid of us fading away
I'm not afraid that you'll always be true
But I'm afraid of the way I love you
But I don't want to see you go
And I don't want to watch you leave
(ba-da-da-da)
I'm giving up on all my pride
So I can give you all of me
It's three in the morning
I'm trying to ignore
The problem isn't going away
So I'll keep on fighting
And keep on writing
'Till I find the words to say
I'm not afraid of the games that we'll play
Or afraid of us fading away
I'm not afraid that you'll always be true
But I'm afraid of the way I love you
One thing better
Than being afraid with you
One thing better
Than being afraid with you
But the thing that's better
Than being afraid with you
Is getting better...
And I'm not afraid to watch you leave
(ba-da-da-da)
I'm not afraid to say good-bye
And I'm not afraid to set you free
It's one in the morning
And I'm trying to ignore it
But this problem isn't going away
I'm tired of fighting
And I'm tired of writing
So hard to find the words to say
I'm not afraid of the games that we'll play
Or afraid of us fading away
With the ups and the downs we've been through
I'm so afraid of the way I love you
I can't explain what I don't know
And I can't explain what is gon' be
(ba-da-da-da)
With all this pain I love you so
As long as it ends with you and me
Two in the morning
I don't know what I'm doing
And this problem isn't going away
I'm tired of fighting
And I'm tired of writing
So hard to find the words to say
I'm not afraid of the games that we'll play
I'm not afraid of us fading away
I'm not afraid that you'll always be true
But I'm afraid of the way I love you
But I don't want to see you go
And I don't want to watch you leave
(ba-da-da-da)
I'm giving up on all my pride
So I can give you all of me
It's three in the morning
I'm trying to ignore
The problem isn't going away
So I'll keep on fighting
And keep on writing
'Till I find the words to say
I'm not afraid of the games that we'll play
Or afraid of us fading away
I'm not afraid that you'll always be true
But I'm afraid of the way I love you
One thing better
Than being afraid with you
One thing better
Than being afraid with you
But the thing that's better
Than being afraid with you
Is getting better...
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Shaban, Christon Gray
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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