Love, It Is What It Is

I hate it when I hurt you. It's like nails ripping across the chalk board. The thought of losing you sets in. I don't want that in the end. As tears fall down I'll try my best. I just want to make sure we pass this test. Eventually I know you'll be, the husband I want, the thing that sets me free. You're always there when I need you most. We'll get threw this, on just a mere coast.