Stigma

Stigma

I’ve been hiding this, I tell you something.

I can’t stand burying this inside anymore.

Why couldn’t I say it then?

It hurts too much anyway so I really can’t endure it.

Now cry, I’m just so sorry towards you.

Again cry, because I couldn’t protect you.

Deeper and deeper,

The wound just gets deeper like broken glass that can’t be pieced back together.

Deeper, my heart aches more every day.

You took my sin, you were so delicate and fragile oh oh oh.

Stop crying, tell me something.

Try saying to me, who had no courage,

“Why did you do that to me then?”

“I’m sorry.”

Forget it, what right do I have?

Do this, do that? I told you.

Deeper and deeper,

The wound just gets deeper like broken glass that can’t be pieced back together.

Deeper, my heart aches more every day.

You took my sin, you were so delicate and fragile oh oh oh.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry ma brother.

I hide it, I cover it but I can’t erase it.

“Are you calling me a sinner?”

What more is there to say?

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry ma sister.

I hide it, I cover it but I can’t erase it.

So cry, please dry my eyes.

That light, that light, please illuminate my sins.

Red blood that can’t go back is flowing down.

Deeper, every day, I feel like dying.

Let me be punished, forgive me for my sins… please.