Your not loveyour not trust you just pain.
When I saw my father in the corner of his broken dreams
I knew love wasn't real. When my mother left him for the world I knew everything was fake. When I heard glass brake and doors slam I knew I wouldn't ever love someone who would do that to me. Turns out everyone does it. People are all the same
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