My stomach feels sick, why am I here? I didn't wish for this, a new kind of fear.
What's going to happen to us? Why is it that you do not care? Compromising my trust, as if, for you, I'm not always there.
So much I've taken on, the burden heavy on my heart, but instead of helping you'd rather be gone, and this hateful fire is threatening to start.
What should I do? My words won't make you see, that our child and I need you, but you just take advantage of me.