I was born on a bridge of sadness
My life putting the period on her sentence
With no way to claw out of the name

With no way to claw out of the name

I was ugly from the start she admitted
My final contribution to her mother’s dream
With no way to fulfill her fantasy

With no way to fulfill her fantasy

I wasn’t enough and was resented
My frailty with no promise for sickness or death
With no way of knowing the weight of it

With no way of knowing the weight of it
With no way of knowing the weight of it