It’s true that I got shot in the heart
But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are
But see, when you’re in it it’s too hard to see
Till you pull up and see some other dude’s car parked and reach
Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat
Before you make a decision that’s life altering
And just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave
You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring

Guess it was meant to be
Romance is misery
So much for memories
And now I’m headed to the penitentiary
See me on TV
The next cop series I am a danger
I guess I should’ve did something about my anger


So while at home in Texas over the summer, I got to have some man-to-man convo with my Dad. Long story short, we ended up on the topic of my ex and he says “I think that she made you gun-shy around other women”.
It blew my mind that my Father would have the answer to a question I’d been asking for years. But now it raises the question of how do I become comfortable around women again? Well, my physical appearance isn’t going to help anytime soon. Neither is my lack of self-respect or confidence. I don’t know where or even how to start down that road. I don’t know why I’m even posting here, I only have like one follower.