Stigma
I’ve been hiding itI tell you somethingJust to leave it buriedNow I can’t endure it anymoreWhy couldn’t I say it thenI have been hurting anywayReally I won’t be able to endure itNow cryIt’s only that I’m very sorry towards youAgain, cryBecause I couldn’t protect you
Deeper, deeper, the wound just gets deeperLike pieces of broken glass that I can’t reverseDeeper, it’s just the heart that hurts every day(You) who was punished in my stead,You who were only delicate and fragile
Stop crying, tell me somethingTry saying to me, who had no courageWhy did you do that to me thenI’m sorryForget it, what right do I haveTo tell you to do this, or that
Deeper, deeper, the wound just gets deeperLike pieces of broken glass that I can’t reverseDeeper, it’s just the heart that hurts every day(You) who was punished in my stead,You who were only delicate and fragile
I’m sorry I’m sorryI’m sorry ma brotherEven if (I try to) hide it, or conceal it, it can’t be erasedAre you calling me a sinnerWhat more do I have to sayI’m sorry I’m sorryI’m sorry ma sisterEven if (I try to) hide it, or conceal it, it can’t be erasedSo cryPlease dry my eyes
That light, that light, please illuminate my sinsWhere I can’t turn backThe red blood is flowing downDeeper, I feel like dying every dayPlease let me be punishedPlease forgive me for my sinsPlease