"Shame"
[AMERICAN WOLVES: Jack Hectør Wolf • Michaela Maya Watson]
Every time I wake up, I feel the shame on me
Every time I go to sleep, there's still shame on me
I'm damned for what I did, and damned for what I didn't
So, please, don't make the shame grow inside me
Maybe I am
The worst person I'll ever meet
Maybe I am
The opposite of who I should be
Maybe you believe
That I'm a liability on your shoulders
Maybe you think
That you'll live better without me
(That's what I believe, at least)
'Cause every day I feel too weak
Too weak to do something good for me
'Cause, all the time, the world brings me down
Too down to give me strength to stand on my feet
And it gets me off guard, like I'm sick
I didn't choose, I didn't want to do it
Everytime I open my eyes, there's shame
I confessed and payed for all my sins
I can't distinguish right from the forbidden
From my bones to my lips, I feel shame
Maybe I am
The bad news people don't wanna give
Maybe I am
Exactly what I'm supposed to be
Maybe you think
That I'm nothing but pain and confrontation
Maybe you'll say
That I can't replace shame with explanation
And maybe I know
The reasons why you have to lock your door
Maybe I know
Why I shouldn't go back home
And if something seems too bright to be true
Guess what? It'll certainly rust
Every time I wake up, I feel the shame on me
Every time I go to sleep, there's still shame on me
I'm damned for what I did, and damned for what I didn't
So, please, don't make the shame grow inside me
In the morning
I try to make the world see me
In the afternoon
I give up on attention and do my thing
In the night
People look at me when I'm doing something bad
In the midnight hour
I try to erase my shame, so I can sleep well
But it's not enough, it's not enough
And it will never be, 'cause I'll always remember it
And it's never enough, never enough
'Cause every shame comes with pain and scars on my skin
And it gets me off guard, like I'm sick
I didn't choose, I didn't want to do it
Everytime I open my eyes, there's shame
I confessed and payed for all my sins
I can't distinguish right from the forbidden
From my bones to my lips, I feel shame
Every time I wake up, I feel the shame on me
Every time I go to sleep, there's still shame on me
I'm damned for what I did, and damned for what I didn't
So, please, don't make the shame grow inside me
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American Woods
PoetryA project of two sides, "American Woods" will be the first collaborative album of poems written and produced by Jack Wolf and Michaela Watson. Its A-side, featuring 10 tracks, was released in September 12, 2018 and touches on themes such as politica...