Baby's born on a bathroom floor
Her mother prays that it'll never cry
But nothing's wrong you've got your prom dress on
When they ask you'll say "it isn't mine"
You know there gonna know آپ lied

Why the hell don't آپ throw yourself away?
You know there gonna burn it down

Wash my, hands of this
You notice how god ain't even helping آپ out
You notice how god ain't even helping you
Why the hell don't آپ throw yourself away?
You know there gonna burn it down

So keep the way you're feeling anonymous
And hide it all until the دن آپ die
Your secrets safe, at least آپ thought it was
You can only keep it for...