The Misunderstood Judgement Of Stones

Go

Cut my head open

And read it out to class

Thoughts

That they don't understand

You know the shame is done like glass

You know you made me ashamed of myself

You know you made me ashamed of myself

Go

Run away from me

And leave me on my own

I'm fine

If my eyes can't see

If my brain is made of stone

You should have helped me help myself

You should have helped me help myself

You could have helped me help myself

Go

Cut my head open

And read it out to class

These thoughts

That they don't understand

You know the shame is done like glass