All I was asking is some attention
Never thought it’d come to regretting
The things I say when you raise the storm
I’m now feeling pain and you’re just gone.
The future of us, the family’s all dead,
How can I be the one if your bed
Is full of anger and mistakes you make
My baby unborn has no time to waste.
We all act desperate at times I see,
The growth comes along when you no longer feel
The pride that eats us all, you may
As well altogether just walk away.