For long I have been forlorn
I was born in the cold December winter
My DNA is the agony of my mother
Her torment runs in my blood
They say it can be passed through the genes
My love for her is even stronger.
Writings of love, agony, and introspection
For long I have been forlorn
I was born in the cold December winter
My DNA is the agony of my mother
Her torment runs in my blood
They say it can be passed through the genes
My love for her is even stronger.
