One day I tried
To see if they lied -
To see if there's really a baby.
Somewhere inside -
Where would it hide?
Stuck a finger up where it might be.
Feeling for bone,
Feelings alone,
Looking for skull inside me.
And what did I find?
What did I find?
I believe now that they tricked me.
It's only me;
It's only me;
Alone and set free in my body.
Yet still when I touch
My side in a special
Way there's this awful feeling.
I cannot help but
Wonder if maybe
I was just bad at looking.
Well, who knows how small
This baby could be,
Or if it's in there at all.