L. Morbeck

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, I promised I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist...

Maybe I know, somewhere,deep in my soul that love never lasts, and we've got to find other ways;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...