Shame, Shame
“Its all my fault!
If I hadnt dressed like a girl
let my true self out for a twirl
he wouldnt have wanted to hurt me
take my body, then desert me
Why didnt I bash him on the nose?
what went wrong that made me froze?
So I stuff my girl self deep inside
even though it makes me cry
and within I start to die
Because it was all my fault!”
“Its all my fault!
If I hadnt told the doc of my distress
of my wish to wear a dress
he wouldnt have made me his toy
to show me what happens to a sissy boy
Why did I trust him with my secret self
instead of keeping it on the shelf?
So I spend my remaining years
lost and unable to face my fears
and I weep till I drown in my tears
Because it was all my fault!”
Shame, shame, that’s the refrain
We hear it within, it will never change
As long as we hold inside our guilt
till it becomes the prison that we’ve built
To be released is to face our fear
confront a lie we’ve held so dear
The truth will set us free they say
but we cant do that, so inside we stay
and take a price not ours to pay
Until at last we can say
IT WAS NOT OUR FAULT!