Hey! It's me again!
I'm sorry for all I've done.
But I just that I should tell you,
Your gonna have a son.

I'm sorry that I lied,
But I was really afraid.
I thought that you had used me,
Just so you could get laid.

It was my first time,
I didn't know what to do.
You told me that you liked me,
And I really liked you too.

Tomarrow you can go to school,
And tell everyone what you did.
Tell them that you nailed the prom queen,
And she's gonna have your kid.

Im the victim, not you.
You don't have to stay.
It's your choice to come or go,
But if you leave, you'll pay.

I don't want to do this alone,
But if I have to, I can.
I hope you make the right choice.
The one that makes you a man.

I know I've talked forever.
And I know that you can hear me.
So call me when you get this message.
And tell me what your choice will be.

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