He’s lucky to have me

I add value to his life

No one has lived my pain except me

Growing up with no one to look up to with no guidance in life with no direction

I struggle to find my path

I’m just flying with the wind

Letting the air take me wherever it may

I have no sense of direction and no sense of self worth

I just go about life

Having no one to be proud of is a curse

Living in shame

Trying to understand him

Walking on eggshells

Compromising everything just to feel accepted and loved

I don’t want to live the rest of my life with an angry man

I can’t help it

I don’t want to live here anymore but still I don’t want to continue living in survival mode

What is there other than this traveling and living alone?

Can I bear the loneliness?

He’s lucky to have you

You are the queen of his heart

His spends his money on you

His spends his time on you

Don’t bother

He’s yours

"Oh, it's beautiful! But wait a minute, isn't this...?"

"Yeah, yes, it is."

"But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean in the end."

"Well, baby, I went down and got it for ya."

Lucky every month

I breathe you