Ashamed of the Story I Told

Was it for nothing I said,
It's so attractive to be so silent,
It keeps the mystery on and it seems,
It keeps it hanging on me.

Another letter from home,
I don't know why I even read it,
There's one big question,
I don't know why I must repeat it.

Maybe I care a little,
Perhaps I'm ashamed of the story I told,
But you were so eager,

Was it so bad for me to say it,
What you wanna hear?

Another letter from home,
I don't know why I even read it,
There's one big question,
I don't know why I must repeat it.

And you'll feel better if you don't speak,
And you'll feel better if you don't speak.

Another letter from home.
I don't know why I even read it
There's one big question,
I don't know why I must repeat it.