When they leave ill be gone
Ived been cursed with being loved without the allowance to love another
Not a father, and barely a mother
Cruel fate
The years have been cruel, many fortunes draped in unfortunance
So few get me enough to withstand they instead choose to disconnect and disband
Playing with house money
I gave my heart
Each time another piece is devoured little by little until it shattered my spirit and my soul left in need of a jump start
With them my heart heals
Life feels like a gift and i take light if its appeal
With them i breath purpose without q lover to call there mother every chance I've brought them to feeling complete
Theres something...