• I sit here and can't understand,
    how I came this far, and why you never came with me.
    I don't comprehend how you could let go of my hand,
    and fall behind.
    Leaving yourself open for kidnapping.
    I cannot believe you when you say you've given up.
    Because I know you better than a "mother"
    who bore you.
    I try to push my thoughts out of a jumble in my head,
    but they never stick together.
    I sit here and can't understand,
    how you never wanted part of this.
    Why you never wanted part of this.
    Why you never just wanted to live this thing,
    called life.