I made you my confession room and opened up my mouth
Without a second thought began to pour my story out
And at the end of every day I could not understand
Why it was that I would feel the weightiest of hands
In slowly passing over me and resting on my head
I knew that they were learning me but why - could not have said
Amalgamated perfectly, my tendencies a prose
They're written down, immutable, the words that I once chose
Oh listener, what have you heard and what can you recite?
Tell the world what I told you, you do remember, right?