I wasn't ready

I've got a lot on my mind,
I'm under all this stress...
then I hear this crying in the background
and it gets me more depressed.

I feed him and change him,
and walk him around.
but no matter what I do,
this kid won't calm down.

and sometimes I'm told
the way I handle him is wrong
but I just wanted to care for him
and love him all along

but they don't understand
that it's just too much for me
someone else's life in my hands
(a huge responsibility)

and I wanna get a job
so I can buy him all this stuff,
but my parents have to do it
because I'm not old enough

but I DON'T regret him,
there's no way I ever would.
and I wouldn't give him back,
even if I could.

cuz I love that baby,
like no-one would believe
and I would die for him...
because he's a part of me

but there's just a lot I didn't do,
there's so much I haven't seen,
and I wasn't ready for a baby...
especially at fifteen.