I was born, I was born
I was born at the hands of the potter
And I was torn from the start
I was torn between my God and my Father
I was born, I was born
I was born at the dawn of our folly
And I was young, and stubborn to the bone
As I took from the tree that was rotting
I took my chance and bit down deep
The weight of the world was crippling
Now I'll hide my shame with woven leaves
I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong
And I'm so so, and I'm so so sorry
I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong
And I'm so so, and I'm so so sorry
I knew you'd never forgive me
I was wrong, I was wrong
And I'm so so, and I'm so so
I am sorry