Again, I've sinned before you; again, my fault implores you to forgive me now, tomorrow will be late, you know it; try to understand that I am sorry, I will never be misled again (you will); at least I'll try (please do not lie); but tell me why should it have happened?
Tell me why you stone and spit at me, Esther
But I don't mean to sin!
That morning we came out, and walked and talked and laughed about girls and boys and life and toys and good and bad and sad... But I don't know what happened towards evening, you decided you are leaving; here it all began: you stopped the fun, and then you ran away from us, but I have followed and convinced you to relent
But I don't mean to sin!
Now I know you hate me
You don't love me anymore
Why did God create me?
You will hate me, hate me, always hate me