When did we get so old and tired?
These pulls are separated fire
Make memories of what you still want
Take whatever you can in your arms
And at last you grow to be a good mom because you had one
And all these good thoughts from my womb don't help at all
And at last you grow to be a good mom because you had one
And all these good thoughts from my womb don't help at all
When did we get so old and tired?
These pulls are separated fire
Make memories of what you still want
Take whatever you can in your arms
And at last you grow to be a good mom because you had one
And all these good thoughts from my womb don't help at all
And at last you grow to be a good mom because you had one
And all these good thoughts from my womb don't help at all
If it was your birth
If it was your birth
If it was your birth
If it was your birth
Grateful for the family that loves me now
But I can't seem to make my own
Nothings left to love
All of mine
All of mine
All of mine
Nothings left to love
All of mine
All of mine
All of mine
Nothings left to love