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.