You say you don't believe in love
You say it isn't real
But maybe that's because
You've never had to feel
You're dad was always drunk
And mom was never home
but what could you do
except for always roam
You somehow always found a way to escape
escape the wrath of a drunk dad
escape the reality that your mom wasn't coming home
and this made you quite sad
You were always running
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
But you see, love is like air
You can't see it but it's there
e.b
