hurt..

You know how it seems as though the people you love are always the ones hurting you?

I think it’s because they’re the only ones you care about enough, that what they do really get to you.

Some people are as good as dead to me. And I mourn over this loss.

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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 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
Because none of it was ever worth the risk

I’ve got a tight grip on reality,
but I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here
I know you’re leaving in the morning when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream

And I’m on my way to believing
Oh, and I’m on my way to believing