my stomach still aches over the moment;
that moment for which i wasn’t even around;
i was out galavanting; hollering at this one
or that one or another one.
it was just you and our child;
i was gone; checked out.
i wanted this; i wanted that;
but i wanted none of that.
i’ve used every excuse i could imagine;
no reply from you; no word from my kid;
no more cry from you; all crying for me;
this sounds like another ploy from me.
is there one more line you’d fall for?
one more that you’d believe?
one more that’d give me another chance?
no? i didn’t think so. you’ve finally learned.