"What must it take for me to prove
Holy and righteous, unblemeshed to you?
But the stain on my heart runs deep within
A sick twist crimson, in the form of my sin.
Yet the only one who can take my blame
Is the very one I've put to shame.
So I hide myself from the very one
Who no matter how I try, I can't escape from.
I wish, so sincere, but a strong will I lack
And I run to whore, who's knife's in my back."
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