Some days I sit, staring out the window.
Watching the world pass me by.
Sometimes I think, there's nothing to live for, I almost breakdown and cry.

Sometimes I think I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm so crazy, why am I here, am I
just wasting my time?
But then I see my babies, suddenly I'm not crazy.

It all makes sense when I look into their eyes.

Sometimes it feels like the worlds on my shoulders, everyone's leaning on

me.
But sometimes it feels like the world's almost over, but then they come
back to me.


My baby boys, keep getting older, I watch them grow up with pride.
People make jokes, cause they don't understand me, they just don't see my

real side.
I act like Stuff don't phase me, inside it drives me crazy, my insecurities
could eat me alive.

But then I see my babies, suddenly I'm not crazy.
It all makes sense when I look into their eyes, oh no.