Bizawi - After two

I am husband in search for a his wife
I became a mom, she told me, twice
Although, she is looking for herself
But we're no longer halves, ~~we're quarters~~
Yeah it might be better, in a couple of years (tears)
Hmm, the world belong to the kids
She feels like a mammal, waring the enamel, you
Biting my head off, her lips, and more than she can chew (angle)
She finds it hard to disconnect
I find it way to easy
She keeps thinking what if, rеgret
And yet, this thing needs me
Cultural prеssure, and now there is one to joy
To love your baby, and melt of oiiii
To cherish on social, and play the coy
I'm depressed, **annoyed**, and devil boy here is not a toy
Imaginary bars, there are no guards
Emotions heal slower than c section scars
I'm here alone with someone I don't like
I don't know, I might
No clue had prepared you
Now it's all a skew
Let's ignore everything that happens after two

I might, never have kids again
To late you're in the game
All these sleepless nights, I don't remember much
Just crying, and poo, fighting and loo
Dying in leu, waiting for you, crunch
Ignore conversations that happen after 2
Boy it's me or you
But she **remembers** and I remember
Faceless punch, don't you touch (him)
And surprise we're still in it together
For the kids or ourselves, we'll have to find out
If you disagree, give me a shout
Stupid male thought, beats me
I put a baby in you so you will never leave me
But the potential for fuckups grew exponentially
Bigger chance to be just me
New stupid thought, breed the world, easy
If I was rich I could have have had fifty
Wives, kids, and not take care of them
I regret being a man
With all the nonsense, and random thoughts
I keep it together, it's worth lots of effort, untying knots
I knew the new her before her, I'm proud
You can't not too, she's blissfully loud
No clue had prepared you
Now it's all a skew
Let's ignore everything that happens after two