This is my sin.
My game that I cannot win

This is my heart.
So fragile right from the start.

This is my flesh.
A place where nothing can mesh.

Am I so wrong to long for your song?

Tell me you're done.
Say that you've already won.

Tell me you hate me.
See the disease that I see.

Tell me to leave.
Surely you need the reprieve.

I cannot care about what is to come.

I cannot care.

I cannot.