I blame it on low self esteem
In High School and pregnant at seventeen
At seventeen my hell began
Three kids later I’m still with this man
He can’t hold a job, no ambition and lazy
Why I stay with him, I must be crazy
I’d work but with three kids I’m not able
Bad boy can’t even put food on the table
He has no money and the light bill’s due
But he finds money for a new tattoo
There’s no money and the rent is here
He finds money for cigarettes and beer
I’m sick of his promises that end in lies
Of his one-night stands and DUI’s
His abusive treatment, his barroom brawls
And the late-night sheriffs calls
He’ll look for work he says with assurance
Then he’s stopped for speeding and no insurance
A collection letter came in the mail
He’s not here to read it, he’s in jail
This is what my life is all about
I’m living in hell with no way out
I survive thanks to family and friends
And God only knows how my story ends