Baby Boy
I almost died...died inside,
inside my mind, it cries out and seeps out my eyes.
My eyes reach out and meet shreiks loud wit' blind.
These shrieks, they seak out my kind.
I'm the kind who won't die..
who won't die but gets left behind.
Right when I find, a beautiful baby boy that I can call mine.
So I sit with this knife and this peaks out my time.
No worries, he wouldn't want me in suicide,
so I continue to live life...it's a bout I'm gonna fight.
But amidst the fight again my ill-will in life.
I've died inside..
I miss you.
inside my mind, it cries out and seeps out my eyes.
My eyes reach out and meet shreiks loud wit' blind.
These shrieks, they seak out my kind.
I'm the kind who won't die..
who won't die but gets left behind.
Right when I find, a beautiful baby boy that I can call mine.
So I sit with this knife and this peaks out my time.
No worries, he wouldn't want me in suicide,
so I continue to live life...it's a bout I'm gonna fight.
But amidst the fight again my ill-will in life.
I've died inside..
I miss you.
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