Deeper, deeper, the wound just gets deeper
like pieces of broken glass that I can't reverse
Deeper, it's just the heart that hurts every day
you who was punished in my stead,
you who were only delicate and fragile flower
who was easily destroyed by my sins.
I hope you forgive me for I can't forgive myself.
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Life is Killing Me...
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