Lately, I've been thinking about the past, how there is no holding back, no point in wasting sorrow on things that won't be here tomorrow. But you and I, well we don't need to speak, it's a secret that we keep, out of view and out of sight, just say when and we'll say goodnight. Tell me it's okay, to live life this way, sometimes I want you to stay, I know it's a shame, shame, shame. I, spend so much of my time, going out of my mind, trying so hard to be of use, for what you cannot give me. Lately, the sun's almost too bright, I cannot get it right, the emptiness I feel, and now none of it seems real. Maybe it's alright, if I just spend the night, sometimes I just can't bear to walk away, I know it's a shame, shame, shame. Who have I become? Who will I be, come tomorrow? Tell me it's okay, if I ask you to stay, sometimes the night cuts through me like a knife, I know it's a shame, shame, shame. Shame.