Besedila: Martina McBride. I'm Trying.

She said I'm not pointing fingers,
He said yes you are,
cause you wouldn't bring it up if you weren't.
And if I'd told you I'd been walking
out in the dark night thinking
Would you take as truth this alcoholic's word?
Oh I can't change, what's done is done,
but I can tell you this
Not a day goes by that I don't curse myself and all my sins
and I need you to hold on too,
while this part of me is dying
Though I haven't kicked the demons that haunt me,
I'm trying, I'm trying.
She sat down on the floor and said I wish that I was stronger
Right now I feel as fragile as glass.
And I want to believe you,
believe what's held you has freed you,
and I hate these doubts that keep on comin' back.
My parents think I'm crazy for hangin' on this long,
but there's nothing I want more for us
than to prove to them they're wrong.
And I don't want to be afraid,
I don't wanna think you're lying,
And though I haven't found the faith that I need,
I'm trying. I'm trying.
He asks do you want me to leave?
Cause if you do you know I will,
but she says, much to his disbelief,
No, I love you still.
Oh, I love you still.
He said I don't know why I've been the fool,
but I can tell you this,
not a day goes by that I don't curse myself and all my sins.
Then he dropped down to his knees,
By now they both were crying,
He said, I haven't been the man I want to be,
But I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying, I'm trying.