I should have been ashamed I should have been mortified I should have hung my head Dug me a hole and climbed inside Cause I was able But the crumbs on the table kept me satisfied No one should walk this path alone My path of loneliness and shame I thought my heart would turn to stone Before our eyes, and with your blessing What made me a martyr What makes me your outcast I just wanted to feel something I should have been ashamed I should have been mortified I should have hung my head Dug me a hole and climbed inside Cause I was able But the crumbs on the table kept me satisfied Hot off the press, come get the news Right from the source of the scandal About the dangers of the muse And temptations too great to handle What made me a martyr What makes me your outcast I just wanted to feel something I just wanted to feel something I should have been ashamed I should have been mortified I should have hung my head Dug me a hole and climbed inside Cause I was able But the crumbs on the table kept me satisfied Do I sound mean Do I sound rude Do you think me petty Think me cruel Was I in love with you or you or you or you I tried to be so true so true so true I should have been ashamed I should have been mortified I should have hung my head Dug me a hole and climbed inside Cause I was able But the crumbs on the table kept me satisfied And I should have been ashamed