Better

Your daddy just walked out
8 months pregnant and he's gone
I sit here in this broken home
A place we don't belong

Daddy promised us a real house
But left us with pain
I could handle the bruises
But it was all in vain

He said he loved us
And packed his suitcase
He said he didn't want a kid
And that he hated this place

Oh my sweet Jacob
Don't think you're the one to blame
He made the mistake
And we'll never be the same

We'll Be Better

Happy birthday baby
You're five years old
You ask about your daddy
That's his picture you hold

We're out of that rotten house
We're getting by just fine
When they ask for my love
I tell them to get in line

Cause sweetie, I'm yours
We've gotten this far alone
We're no longer in pain
No longer in a broken home

It was tough
I was a mess
But we're not worth
Any less

We're Better