Forfeit

There's nothing like the pangs of pain

When you don't have a complaint

And you make a mountain out of a molehill

And think you need to be bolder still

I never knew I could know this kind of shame

A public forfeiture of this very game

And now to bury my head in the sand

Cause nothing's gone the way I've planned

And now to bury my head in the sand

Cause nothing's gone the way I've planned

Mortified with my head in my hands

Because of me nothing's gone the way I've planned