Mine...
Three months pass
You go through the worst physical pain
Your body begins to drain
And you tell me during math class
I know what really happened
And how you're being shallow
There's just one thing I need to know
There's just one thing to ask for all to be cleared
Sixteen and I'm dreaming
Of our little guy
And he's gleaming
It's a boy, I know. No lie.
I dream of him playing outside
Chasing after him
Catching him at the end of the slide
Sending him off to kindergarten
Dark brown hair
Blue eyed gift
Puerto Rican, but his skin's fair
With our whole lives with him to share
But then my dream begins to dim
He's vanishing
You're screaming
And I've already fallen
Your pregnancy never went past twelve weeks
That's pretty much no time
But knowledge of truth my heart seeks
Answer me this, was he really mine...
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
Mine...
Three months pass
You go through the worst physical pain
Your body begins to drain
And you tell me during math class
I know what really happened
And how you're being shallow
There's just one thing I need to know
There's just one thing to ask for all to be cleared
Sixteen and I'm dreaming
Of our little guy
And he's gleaming
It's a boy, I know. No lie.
I dream of him playing outside
Chasing after him
Catching him at the end of the slide
Sending him off to kindergarten
Dark brown hair
Blue eyed gift
Puerto Rican, but his skin's fair
With our whole lives with him to share
But then my dream begins to dim
He's vanishing
You're screaming
And I've already fallen
Your pregnancy never went past twelve weeks
That's pretty much no time
But knowledge of truth my heart seeks
Answer me this, was he really mine...
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