For every evil though
I bled more
For every evil doing
I tore more fleash
Each of these stiches represents
The wrongs I have done
Now I want to replenish myself
To heal the wrongs I have done
But as we all know
Stiches are like life
They start with hurt
They end with pain
The torture us with the memory
So now I cry,I cry
For all the wrongs I have done
And how I can not heal