It's a sticky situation
Giving life to what's not supposed to be yours
Facing a new generation
It's the state of things not just another chore
My, what little feet, what little hands
But little is all there will be
When you're too afraid to take a stand
Sticky situation
Sticky situation
Reality strikes
Have to do what's right
I am aware of how your breath
It would feel on my neck
Blue eyes would they be blue eyes?
Staring right into my heart
This must be where the aching starts
Sticky situation
Sticky situation
We've all been warned
From such a young age
That the day would come
We'd feel like rats in a cage
Although I've been warned
Is it alright
That I barely even lasted
Through the eve of one night
Am I passing up the chance
(To be a mother at a young age)
Am I passing up the chance
(To be a mother at a young age)
Am I passing up the chance
(Is this my only moment)
Am I passing up the chance
(To be a mother at a young age)
Never passing torment
I can hear your cry
Even though you are no longer inside
Blue eyes, yes they were blue eyes
An I will never know them now
Am I passing up the chance
(To be a mother at a young age)
Am I passing up the chance
(To be a mother at a young age)
Am I passing up the chance
(Is this my only moment)
Am I passing up the chance
(To be a mother at a young age)
Am I passing up the chance
(To be a mother at a young age)
Am I passing up the chance
(To be a mother at a young age)
Am I passing up the chance
(Is this my only moment)
Am I passing up the chance
(To be a mother at a young age)

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