Sin

by Oliver Stevenson   Sep 28, 2004


Nobody around me seems to care,
Whether I am here or there,
I cannot help my pain inside
Especially when I sit and cry.

I stay at home and talk to you,
Even if what you say is true,
What you say builds up inside,
And now my feelings are hard to hide.

I try to tell you I lose the words,
They fly out my mouth like birds,
So as I see you here with him,
This pain inside turns to sin,.

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