Was it my fault that I was carrying a life in me?
You made me this way
Yet you blamed me, even if it was all in your hands
I feel pathetic
How could I have not known that we would turn out this way
The teenage me would probably be shocked
We were perfect, we were on the same page, we completed each other,
It all had to be ruined because of this
This thing inside of me, eating what I eat, listening to my heartbeat,
But how could I blame such a pure precious innocent child that hasn't even had the luck of seeing the world?
At least, there is one thing that still has you in it
