I left him gasping for breath,
Barely alive after the news of what was done.
He no longer speaks and doesnt smile

It has now been a year and nine weeks since i droped the bomb
i never asked for his help
just told him the news and walked out

I was 16 homeless, and pregnant
A nice man took me in and i was introduced to life

Somehow i survived as little monique grew,
Inside me kicking and stretching
I smiled so much on those days

Her dad found us last month
He didnt speak just kissed me on the cheek
And in her crib lay a bible fully of 50 dollar bills

My daughter wasnt even held by her father
just given some money and an empty glance

All that is left of my last young romance
is my child little monique

One day i will tell her the truth
and pray she understands

that her father just wasnt the right man.