I might crash, might hit the ground|But on my way down|I'll be thinking about the lies|And how you could have warned me|How your friends all knew|How they stuck up for you|And now they don't seem to know me| |Because shame, shame, shame|Shame, shame, shame|Spreads like fire on a bunch of autumn leaves|True, true, true|True, true, true|The truth isn't always so lovely| |When she found you, you were true|But her beauty, it beckoned you|Your lips spread lies that hit just like|Arrows pointed straight to my heart|You could have left and moved away|You just choose to stay|And you will never see the way|You could have saved me|All these tears and wasted years|And long lonely nights|I'll never find a place to hide| |I might crash, might hit the ground|Sleep 'till noon, sleep 'till June|Or until the middle of September|Those arrows sting|I'll be good by spring|Hide the shame, place the blame|You're the one