I'm standing in the dark. With my innocent hand on my heart. I've changed my plea. I've changed my plea to guilty. Because freedom is wasted on me. See how your rules spoil the game. Outside there is a pain. Emotional air raids exhausted my heart. And it's safer to be inside. So I'm changing my plea. And no one can dissuade me. Because freedom was wasted on me. See how your rules spoil the game. Something I have learned. If there is one thing in life I've observed. It's that every body's got somebody. Ooh no not me. So I've changed my plea to guilty. And reason and freedom is a waste. It's a lot like life