I'm tired of being the strong one,
having to hide mascara stained tissues at the bottom of the trash.
For once, I'd like to be the one with
a head on a shoulder
crying over nothings.
When do the strong get to be the weak?

I'm sorry I was and am never there enough for you.

the one I got never to see
the one wiped out silently
yet the most precious

what could you have been child
killed as the fetus!

the one that was never born
whose smiles walls didn’t adorn
yet the most precious

what could you have been child
killed as the fetus!

the one never known to me
the one that was never to be
yet the most precious

what could you have been child
killed as the fetus!

the one my own broken piece
the one I would ever miss
and the most precious

what could you have been child
killed as the fetus!