I’m alright jack
The labour pains kick in so I excitedly tell you,
You respond with ‘better only one of us is tired than two…’
That was my first sign,
My sign that pretty soon, your needs would become more important than mine
Things started out pretty well,
when all little one did was nap and chill
But then when it got hard you left it all to me,
forgetting that actually, neither of us were prepared or ready
I felt like I was sinking, failing, drowning, and you couldn’t understand why I was constantly frowning
I wasn’t ready to do this on my own, but now I am, and isn’t it a shame that it won’t be together, in our home
So now it’s a case of raising Little one right but apart, if I am completely honest, the thought does break my heart
But I can’t have someone always telling me I’m doing It wrong,
When I am just trying my absolute best to raise our son
I can’t even cater to my own needs each day,
so how I am meant to see to you AND , I feel like I need you out my wAy
The resentment was too much and for me I can’t come back,
That attitude has destroyed us of ‘I’m alright jack’