Who can take away my sin?
And all of the selfish things I said?
And turn them into dust again before she thinks to turn her head
away from me?

I gave everything that I had to give,
But she tore it up
and threw it out on the floor.
I wanted so much to see her live,
But I can't give; I can't give
anything to anyone anymore.

I am crumbling.
I turn to dust.
I choke on blood and fear the cross
without you.

I lost all my will from this one mistake. I'm much too afraid to find her
there.
Oh, pierce my heart with wooden stakes.
I'm much too ashamed to return here without her.