Hope is a weird thing
The word has a certain ring
Like with this word life could be okay
And the night could turn into day
I always thought that maybe I would marry
Have children and never worry
But now the thought of kids scares me
To bring someone into this world
And raise them...
What would happen if you messed up
Raising a psychotic mad man
Or a beautiful mistress
Just the idea is wrong
Why would I want to bring that miserable suffering onto an innocent soul
I don't think I could bare it
I don't want to bare it
This whole existence to bring a child into this world of hate
I refuse.........
I refuse to.........
I don't even know......... what I could do to protect them.
