when i was younger i saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind. he broke his own heart and i watched. as he tried to reassemble it and my momma swore that she would never let herself forget. and that was the day that i promise, i would never sing of love if it doesn't exist.
you are the only exception.
maybe i know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts. we've got to make another way to make it alone or keep a straight face. and i've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable, distance. and up until now, i had sworn to myself that i'm content with loneliness. because none of it was ever worth the risk.
but you are the only exception.
those stories are breathtaking, i thought the simple love-life is ever exist, or at least, they are not in the extinction. do i have to give it up? i wouldn't mind to live by my self, because none of it was ever worth the risk.
and i'm on my way to believe in.
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