You think that I don't feel love What I feel for you is real love In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected Love child, never meant to be Love child, born in poverty Love child, never meant to be Love child, take a look at me I started my life in an old, cold, rundown tenement slum My father left, he never even married Mom I shared the guilt my mama knew So afraid that others knew I had no name This love we're contemplating, is worth the pain of waiting We'll only end up hating the child we may be creating Love child, never meant to be Love child, by society Love child, always second best Love child, diff'rent from the rest Hold on, whoa I started school in a worn, torn, dress that somebody threw out I knew the way it was to always live in doubt To be without the simple things So afraid my friends could see the guilt in me Don't think that I don't need you Don't think I don't want to please you No child of mine'll be bearing the name of shame I've been wearin'