Strong

I tried to run back outside before you left, but it was too late. When went back to my room I had something heavy on my heart that I couldn't shake. There is a strong feeling I had, and I tried not to pay attention. The feeling wanted me to say something I have never mentioned. The feeling got so big it hurt and I wanted to confess I'm wrong.  Wrong about the way I behave when I thought I was being strong.  Hard work pays off, never ask for help, tears will only make me weak. I have always had to be the man with a plan, and never having doubt when I speak. Never have I accept help when alone I can make due. But while trying to be both the man and the woman I made no room for you. And baby, sometimes it hurts so bad and I struggle to just let us be. I'm scared that being strong will be the downfall of me.