he doesn't care as much
or with the intensity that i do
he doesn't search for a brand new start
and that's exactly what i pursue
where are all the hugs and attention
that those movies always promised
somewhere around 3 weeks pregnant
in 6 days the baby won't exist
where the f*ck is he?
what can be more important than me?
i used to be looked at with a certain devotion
but now he's moving in a
backwards motion
never alone & it will never be fully grown
or will i change my mind
to be loved and viewed as vital
is a temptation not far behind

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