No Use For A Name

I couldn't understand why you left me
standing here
flickering out like a candle in the wind
the memories are laced with shame
there's no intention of working out the
problem that remains the same
Little children standing in the hall
Never taught them anything at all
if you were young again, would you do
it different?
ormake your way just trying to
find the fiction in the fact of life?
Try to believe the words that you said to me are true