How can I be excited about this baby being born When everytime you talk my spirit gets more and more worn Everytime I think about it I don't understand Why you don't step up and become a man How can you tell your friends it might not be your baby When you kiss my belly and act so happy It's ripping me apart everyday To know you could talk about us this way I've never cheated and never lied But I have been patient no matter how many tears I cried I've work hard and take care of your unborn child While you get drunk, crazy, and wild How can you make me look like a whore When your baby grows in me more and more I never really knew how cold you could be Until I had people pointing and laughing at me And you don't realize why I'm always so depressed Because every hurtful word and action I had to surpress I won't deal with it anymore If you have doubts or something to say, there's the door Now, I have a little life I have to consider And I can't be strong if I'm always bitter Yeah, Kirk went around saying the baby might not be his. Isn't that fucked up? And all his drug addicted loser friends look at me like I'm some kind of whore. Whatever, I know who's it is and Kirk knows he's the dad too. He even swore on my baby's life he didn't get in this girls car to go get her weed. When I saw him with my own eyes, and the girl called to tell me and Drama what was going on. He's never gonna grow up, so I broke up with him. When he can be a role model to my baby, then he can be with me and the baby.