When I was younger, I saw my daddy's true self,
Cursing at the wind
He lost his own heart and I watched
as he sank deeper in.
And my momma swore that
she would never let us suffer as she did.
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love because it doesn't exist.
So I've always lived like this,
Keeping a comfortable distance.
And till right now I sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness
Because none of it was worth the risk.
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