(I might add... like, art or something later. This is my stress relieving song for some reason.) ___________________-/Lyrics/-___________________ She was 19, with a baby on the way, on the east side of the city she was working every day, cleaning dishes in the evening she could barely stay awake, she was clinging to the feeling that her luck was gonna change and, cross town, she would take the bus at night, to a one bedroom apartment and when she'd turn on the light, she would sit down at the table tell herself that it's alright, she was waiting on the day she'd hoped the baby would arrive she'd, never be alone, have someone to hold, and, when night's are cold, she'd, say: The world's not perfect but it's not that bad, if we got each other and that's all we have I will be your mother and I'll hold your hand, you should know I'll be there for you. When the world's not perfect when the world's not kind, if we have other then we'll both be fine, I will be your mother and I'll hold your hand, you should know I'll be there for you. (-///Construction///-)
