there is no way to clean my hands.
A scar of a knife that I gave myself,
my own blood that betrayed myself.
The pleasure was too great to handle,
the outcome I didn't think would matter.
The burden is all that stays now
and I am the one who pays now.
There is no compassion out here,
there is no way to end this sorrow.
The ugly darkness of my past
stays with me for every tomorrow.
There are no lies, and no escapes.
'Cos someone watched the Garden of Eden
when Adam ate the fruit of hate.
It is a sin they say, and I have no doubt.
But this soul pleads for a way out of this ugly clout.
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