Too Late

"Just think how happy you'll be when you finally hold her"
Bitch I just want her out of me and out of my ribs
You'd look at me at horror and I wish I were lying
I don't care if I get to hold her at all
This isn't what I wanted
Nothing about it was in my plans
Everything I had in reach
I let slip away
Now I'm fucking stuck
Writing the same lines
So many have written before me
I see it in their eyes
Now I'm lying here at 5 am
Throwing a pity party
Lost and numb
Humiliated
Wondering if I'll ever truly love my daughter
The way they all said I would