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I was so young and i mowed the lawn,
Whoever thought it was us that id grow to mourn,

We hit it off well and truely too quick,
You became pregnant, a son i would pick,

We broke up when he was 6 months, you said it was time,
You moved in with your parents, and i stayed at mine,

Our dogs were so big but they just got the scraps,
And skinnier and skinnier till they almost died in my lap

It broke my heart and it was so hard to deal with,
But our love was not real it was all just a myth

We were engaged and so happy back then,
you told me you werent coming back till god only knows when

Two and a half months have passed since you moved back home, 
And im waiting and waiting just like a garden gnome

I was finished and i knew that it was all done,
So now it is your turn to go and have fun,

We screw and we screw but dont tell your folks,
I know you dont care so you ask for more pokes,

Your parents got into your ear and caused you to be miserable,
Our relationship will not rekindle there is no more sizzle,

So more and more garbage you will get fed,
Now you wont let me see my boy, i was misled,

It hurts me so much but you just dont care,
So long as the child support gives you something nicer to wear,

We book in for mediation, it was over at sunshine,
And you lie about everything as if i had done time,

You are being unreasonable you are not just,
So they say to do leagally assisted you know its a must,

We book in and it wont be for several months now,
But you cancel 2 weeks before your a damn evil cow

So i go out to Abbotsford to get four new piercings,
But when i come back no son or any listenings,

Im unreliable for my son this is what you say,
Now i cant even see him no time of the day,

I want a dna test to make sure you were true,
But then you get angry and dribble some poo,

When i speak to some solicitor to get this fixed
He says no worries throw 6 grand in the mix

Since ive seen my boy its been over a year and half
The time the moments ive missed out on god i hate this path

For the pain she has caused, i should have worn a rubber,
It really was that simple not to make this thing a mother
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