I just need someone to talk to. nSomeone who knows what I've done. nSomeone to look upon my secret,nAnd then not turn away and run.nSomeone to break this hideous silence,nThat always comes when I'm alone.nAnd maybe offer a word of kindness,nThat could finally atone,nnThe sins of my youth.nAll those things I said I'd never do.nThe secrets I keep, that just might keep,nSomeone from loving me.nnThe preacher says that's just what God does.nHe did it on the cross with Jesus.nBut I told him that's too distant.n'Cause what I need's to feel forgiven of,nnThe sins of my youth.nAll those things I swore I'd never do.nThe secrets I keep, that just might keep,nSomeone from loving me.nnIron all the wrinkles from my Sunday clothesnBut nobody knows.nIron all the wrinkles from my Sunday bestnBut the weight of hell is on my chest.nIron all the wrinkles from my Sunday clothesnOh I wish someone could know,nnThe sins of my youth.nAll those things I swore I'd never do.nThe secrets I keep, that just might keep,nSomeone from...nThe sins of my youth.nAll those things I said I'd never do.nThe secrets I keep, they just might keep,nSomeone from loving me.