He has your eyes, nose, and curly hair.
I'm sure when he was born, he wishes you were there.
Looking into his eyes I see an empty space.
I feel his hands and they are cold.
I guess because in his heart there is an empty spot.
Your always telling me you love me.
But you don't try to show me.
Your gone and don't tell me why.
I keep waiting for the day you come home to stay.
So, it can be us three.
You, me, and your little baby.
Don't make him hurt anymore.
Let the pain end.
Walk in that door.
If it's to soon I can start as your friend.