You wore a hand-me down dress
That never fit quite right.
Your mother's frame did not favor you.
The summer she pa**ed you were born,
And your father lost his job.
He could not handle it or you.
You wore the saddest smile
That never fit quite right.
Your mother's smile felt that way too.
The summer she gave her life for you,
And your father blamed you
Was the summer you began to blame yourself too.