Father asks you where you've been,
you tell him and he tells you sin,
He tells you what you think of him,
but you don't think of him
Saint Heloise you're not the only one,
just the only one who knows
there are things you just can't let show
Saint Heloise, you're not the only one,
just the only one who knows
Tell me where the pain resides,
a bully's fist, a teacher's pride,
Wound him with impassive eyes,
he knows his wasted life