She, my sin! My sin, she silences the words she doesn’t want me to hear She acts as if she doesn’t see me, when she sees me so clear Surely she must believe that distance can heal How kind is she? Towards the way I feel Believe me this is not a choice No silence possibly can dim her voice Believe me even though apart Neither blindness could hide from me her heart Cause when I wake and when I lay Thoughts of her invade my brain And every hour of my day A new invasion finds its gain I know she doesn’t wish to hear About the way I breath and feel I know she hopes that I move on May she forgive me, for I am not that strong I hate myself, for I do know Her distance is none but my own fault I hate myself, for I do know My weakness is the cause of this tumult Unbearable noise for which I seek Vivid pain for which I weep Sweet blade please liberate me Cut me open! Set me free! My wounds though aged seem not to heal Ignoring th...