It’s a boy, congrats…even though it was a mistake.
You bartered me, but he’s so cute
You used me, give me more money
I try harder to gain your love, nothing.
You tell others how great I am; you tell me I’m not good enough.
I’m a piece of shit, a motherfucker, an asshole! Get out! Wait…I’m sorry.
The pain is branded on my heart like a branding on a young calf.
No wonder I don’t know real love.