I don’t want to go out   Not for fear of being ridiculed   But for fear of having nothing to talk about   Because for me   A patronizing word of malice   Can be no worse   Than absolute subterranean silence      Once I was a young boy   And it was acceptable to be coy   Still now that you can count the rings around my eyes   I haven’t the heart to fraternize      I don’t want to stay home   No, I don’t want to remain alone   And let this sickening sadness devour me   Because it has before   But those times were just an alibi   For an otherwise honest consort   Or so I thought      Once I was a young boy   And it was deemed acceptable to be coy   Still, now that you can count the rings around my eyes   I haven’t the heart to fraternize      Once I was…