On my own

You were born too old it was always too late nothing could be done to change your state you needed to hide from life you always had a complain and for you I was too wild and I needed to be tamed... You showed to me something you were not you made me believe yours was real love I knocked so hard for you to open your door but you left me outside dry, lonely and cold. And what do I do now? and where do I go? who is gonna love me when my youth is gone? walking on the streets on my own I didn't sign for this you broke your vows. Jessica