I'm on my way to believing.

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 and maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts and we've got to find other ways to make it alone and 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. Oh, You, are, the only exception...And I'm on my way to believing.