Sitting alone, defenseless
My thoughts are taking hold of the boy I used to be
Gather up my senses
And let the music flow from my own hands to make you see
But oh, the shame
Oh, the shame
Oh, the wretched shame was to blame
I don't know how to tell you
I work my fingers dry, but yet I can't seem to get it done
Think I can say I fell through
The deepest of my secrets, and now it's time they were revealed
But oh, the shame
Oh, the shame
Oh, the wretched shame was to blame
Oh, the shame
Oh, the shame
Oh, the wretched shame was to blame
Sitting alone, defenseless
My thoughts are taking hold of the boy I used to be