Do you ever know shame?
Here i am as you called my name
Was i just a hound for you to tame?
Or just another sinner to be blamed?
Here i am in the doghouse
I seclude to the abuse as I become recluse
What purity is there to conserve-
When all that is filled up in despair.
Crippling, your distaste
No, there\'s no apologies
You may forget all your worries
\'Cause I\'ll make you say sorry
For your cowardice speaks
Now you\'re the one who\'s meek
For there\'s no shelter to seek.
You can say it\'s in my head
And i say i might aswell be dead
A remark that didn\'t even leave a dent.
Here i made my own bed of thorns and the light in my room didn\'t put up a fight, you were nowhere in sight, the filament, torn, \'cause i struck your chord.
Of course it\'s in my head
So\'s everything.