4 Small Hands - Jill Hennessy

where’s my happy ending, this isn’t what i bought, now i’m raising two,

where the hell are you, drinking money shot by shot, i could have been so

special, i should’ve gone to school, now i’m trapped at home, and wait by the

phone, sitting helpless like a child for you, oh no, oh no, oh no,

i told myself i’d never be my mother, i did the best i could, this ain’t my

job no more find another, find another, whoa, no, no — her baby boy arrived two

years later, and now she’s gone but six small feet still chase her,

she used to read their crayon cards and draw pretty mermaids in the yard,

i guess she didn’t think it’d be so hard when he seemed so safe,

he tried to drink his rage away,…he didn’t show up anyway

so many headlights taillights go in the dirty gray late winter snow,

inside her head she hears a voice start screaming,

you gotta close your eyes to keep yourself from screaming,

you gotta close your eyes to keep yourself from screaming,

no — i didn’t want to go… i just don’t know… i guess she had to go