After all the people that hated me, and I’m still alive. “Love” is the catalyst that broke my hand. It transformed me into a broken man. And when I start to conform to my “girl’s” every standard I hear no brass bands playing. Still no reward. Heavy burdens weighing on my shoulders. Outta all the things that should be an issue; why did it have to be a girl?! She’s my “world” and the world is still a cruel place.
