The hand that rocks this cradle will make it fall

The hand that rocks this cradle knows nothing at all

I cant raise a kid at only sixteen

I can’t even keep my own room clean

I can do anything I put mind to

I can maybe even teach it a thing or two

I will love you until the day I die

I’ll even comfort you when you cry

This is so overwhelming I just want to die

I still need someone to comfort me when I cry

I am not being selfish as much as I am being selfless

You wouldn’t want a mother who is helpless

Now I can’t even look a baby in the eye

without out feeling the need to cry

Now I can’t even look at baby cloths

without thinking now I’ll never know