When the days have been waiting for days,
Your brain is blocked, your heart is standing still, you can't believe it.
Pregnant suddenly much more than just a word,
What was it like now what about abortion? Was it right or murder?
You see the woman with the stroller with different eyes now,
Would you be any good as a mother?
Tormenting thoughts all the time in your brain
and so many things , which are now confusing you even more.
You don't even know your father's last name,
That's what happens, you think, when you sleep with everyone.
It was actually good, but Now you have to pay:
For half an hour of fun, a future full of torment.
Time seems like glue to you.
Are you alone or are there two of you?
That anxiously waiting for menstruation.
Will it be a daughter or will it be a son?
Like made of glue...
And no one in the world who can help you,
just because you're a girl and not a fucking man.
A pig like that can fuck around like a wild man
and can never get a child, at most a lice.
What's the point? you with a child?
You're standing on the roof, your hair blowing in the wind.
Like made of glue...
Like made of glue...
When the days have already been Days in coming,
Your brain blocks, your heart stops, you can't believe it.
Pregnant suddenly much more than just a word,
How was the abortion? Was it right or was it murder?
Like made of glue...
Like made of glue...
What are you doing with a child of all people?
You're standing on the roof , your hair is blowing in the wind

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