I hate it when tear drops fall like rain,

Because of the mother fuckers,

Living in vain.

The ones that ruined her life,

The ones who make little kids want to die,

Although all they can do is lay there and cry.

Their memories will never leave,

They will never be able to forget that night,

A stage of such horribel fright.

Only some live to tell their tale,

Ones who survive live behind blackmail,

But when thier bellies grow big,

They start to feel like a pig.

Not understanding what’s happening,

Soon their bellies are no longer big,

And they have a kid.