'How am I supposed to love you?
When I don't love who I am?
And how could I give you all of me?
If I'm only half a man
Cause I'm a sinking ship that's burning
So let go of my hand
Oh, how could I give you all of me?
When I'm only half a man?
How am I supposed to love you?'
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The music boomed around the house as Reginald sat in his living room as he stared into space with a glass of red wine in his right hand.
The song went deep and made him meditate on a lot of things.
He wanted to be the best father for his baby girl.
A father who was also like a mother that she could constantly come to.
"Oh, Fortune. How am I supposed to love you?" He mumbled to himself as he stood up from the white couch.
He didn't know why he was beginning to doubt himself all of a sudden.
Was it because the day had finally come for his baby girl to be brought to him?
Was it because it was all too new?
