I promised I'd never sing of love, if it does not exist. And i've always lived like this keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now, I had sworn to myself that I was content with loneliness, because none of it was ever worth the risk but you are the only exception. I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't let go of what's in front of me here, because you're the only exception.

{and I'm on my way to believing it}