| Is there really a point to being here,
What’s the point?,
What’s the fear?,
If I only knew,
How to help my friend,
She wouldn’t be there,
Well I guess here,
In the hospital,
With a babe in her arms,
If I hadn’t let her sip some,
She would have thought strait,
She would have hidden in her cape,
Not holding a babe from an unfortunate rape!.
It’s all my fault. | |
