| Strong, that’s what they say | 
| I’m only complacent | 
| And I will admit to the crime | 
| Of being too blind, feeling too certain | 
| That you’ll always be on my side | 
| I often forget your love is a gift | 
| A gift, I take it for granted | 
| I know you don’t have to be here | 
| You don’t have to love me | 
| Yet you do, you still do | 
| Ah, ah, ah yes, you still do | 
| Weak, when on my own | 
| Confess I’m pathetic | 
| Befriended by panic and cold | 
| And then you arrive, my torment relenting | 
| Again I appear to be strong | 
| That’s what they say | 
| I’m only complacent | 
| And I will admit to the crime | 
| Of being too blind, feeling too certain | 
| That you’ll always be on my side | 
| I often forget your love is a gift | 
| A gift, I take it for granted | 
| I know you don’t have to be here | 
| You don’t have to love me | 
| Yet you do, you still do | 
| Ah, ah, ah yes, you still do | 
| I often forget your love is a gift | 
| A gift, I take it for granted | 
| I know you don’t have to be here | 
| You don’t have to love me | 
| Yet you do | 
| I often forget your love is a gift, a gift | 
| Trusts and lets me breathe | 
| Repairs every cut and sting | 
| I often forget your love is a gift, a gift | 
| A gift, your love as a gift | 
| You don’t have to be here | 
| You don’t have to love me | 
| I know you don’t have to love me | 
| And be here with me | 
| You are a gift | 
| I often forget your love is a gift, a gift | 
| I take it for granted and | 
| How can I forget your love is a gift | 
| And you do |