Where the line gets crossedor the wind blows freewhere the handcuffs cutand the breaking oh the breakingYou never taught me how to love.We are born to needborn to fightwe should be born to lovebut we are taught we're wrong.this way, that wayhighs and lowspain and pleasureso so so alone.Whats conditional?your attentionyour kindessyour prioritiesyour life?How do... Continue Reading →