The Sinner

In our deepest, darkest hours, we all come to light. Every single time. But in our sunny days, we all can see the night of our love. When love dies, everything else pales. And we all cry and pray and say strong words. Why? Why me? Why now, goddammit? But it's not about time or motives. It's about ourselves. We know exactly why we lost our love, why we are selfish or why we are so damn sad.