Little girl formed in your womb; you couldn't admit this isn't what you wanted. You hid your pain through the needle in your vein.

As she is born she begins crying, shaking caused by the drugs forced in her system. She screams in pain while you walk away, getting high to forget your ****.

This little girl who was brought into the world, alone never knowing what love is or could be. Her life is not her own, unwanted and lonely not knowing where she fits in.

She's growing up, looking for love in all the wrong places.
Pregnant at 15 cuz her parents couldn't raise her any better.

Grandma pleads, crying don't let her go;  mama turns her head as daddy walks out the door.

Run away little girl, far from the pain, far from the noise.
Now it's time to grow up and be done with all the hate.

Your son is born, his daddy doesn't want him. Reality sets in; you're doing this on your own.

Little girl, you aren't so little; now with a child in your arms you promise not to give up.  Remind him he is wanted and that he is loved. Remind him you didn't walk away to put a needle in your vein.