My Baby

It's not supposed to be in any fixed form

My Baby

I loved you from the day the stick turned blue
I scrolled through baby books with names
I dreamed up silly games
In nine months it would be him, me and you

But you, my baby, were not meant to be
Maybe it was because I was eighteen
Maybe it was because he was so mean
I learned some things you just can’t guarantee

A shove, a grab, a scream, a burn
A drop of blood and it’s all through
I sat all alone in the hospital
A doctor told me I was losing you

Three years gone by, from him I’ve broken free
But you, my baby, remain a constant memory.