Why does love have to be so hard.
It seems so easy in movies, books and cards.
But love and pain go hand in hand, like the tides and grains of sand.
The more you love, the more you try, in the end the more tears you cry.
To those I love this is my life, my curse, the more I love, the harder I try it just makes it worse.
I wish I could love and make it work, instead I just make those I love hurt.
I wish I knew what was wrong with me.
I have lost everyone I loved, I have let them leave.
Weather I held on to tight or not tight enough.
It`s always the same, I end up alone and know somehow I am to blame.
My wife, my father, my children.
I gave them all of myself that could be given.
But they do not believe, and I am always and forever the unforgiven.
That is my life, my love, my pain, my curse.
To be always alone,heartbroken,sad and weary.
My life, my pain, my history.