Lyrics
On the third flour in a hospital gown,
Knowing her son is 8 doors down,
And she'll never see him.
The television just airs old re-runs,
That used to be lively and so fun,
But she's feeling alone.
Can I cry out my ling when the world turns black?
Can I start all over, can I turn my back?
Can you hear when I shout out your name?
Am I a 16-year-old mistake, or can I change?
Looking through the glass to see the babies sleep,
She knows there's one she'll never meet,
A beautiful baby.
So many mistakes that she has made,
Now she has a son who won't know her name,
She's missing her baby.
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