Do you know, That I know you hurt, too? That I cry for you? That I pray harder than I probably should, For you to be better, For life to stop hitting you so hard, For you to stop being lonely? Do you know, That it breaks my heart when I can't help? That I don't just pray for you to be better, But for me to be something positive for you? Do you know, That I am broken? That being told I'm part of your problem Is something I never thought possible? Do you know, That you were the last Person close to me I could Be broken around? Do you know, That "smothering" is that One thing I'm always so afraid That I'll do to the people who love me? Do you know, That I'm sorry? That I never meant to take advantage of you? That I wish I could do it on my own, So that I wouldn't be your problem? That I love you?