| Mama said it would be alright
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| Keeping it all to myself
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| Johnny’s secrets would stay out of sight
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| If they all could stay on the shelf
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| Papa swore he’d lose his temper
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| If I breathed a word to a soul
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| And that no-one would remember
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| Or believe the stories I told
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| I’ve been living an illusion
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| And things are going from bad to worse
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| It seems there’s only one solution
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| But the truth is going to hurt
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| I can’t lie anymore
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| Mama never did apologize
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| When I always shouldered the blame
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| Papa’s defense was to terrorize
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| And I burned with anger and shame
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| I’ve got to come out once and scream it
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| Got to say what’s on my mind
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| Got to rage and shout and mean it
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| I don’t like to be unkind
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| But I can’t lie, no I can’t lie anymore
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| Only darkness and confusion
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| Lie behind the bedroom door
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| I’d like to say that it’s been some fun
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| But the damage is done
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| I don’t want this anymore |