It's sad I don't stand for anything
I pretty much don't ******* care
Why the **** should it matter
To me which road to go down
That you want to **** your baby
Isn't it your decision after all?
I just don't ******* understand
Why people get so ******* mad
They're not the ones who have
To raise the baby from a baby
And ninety percent of the time
The guy hits the road and run
They know deep down they're
Not ready to give up their life
They're not done partying and
*******, they could care *******
Less that they become farthers
So its left up to the girl to
Decide what to do, and ninety-
Nine percent of the time they
Choose life, they can't think of
Any other way. Some choose to
Abort but even that has to be
The biggest decision of their
Heart and soul. Why the ****
Do I think that it's my choice,
Like I had a say so in it, it's not
My life. And to say I stand for
Something is a joke, women
Have it the hardest. I could ñever
Be in that position and have to
Decide which course to take.