The story of my Life

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 Mommy 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.
We've got to find other ways to make it alone & keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance.
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.
So please leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.

'Cos you are the only exception.
And I'm on my way to believing.