My past is all but forgotten. I can't keep this mask on forever. It's hard to breathe, under the sins I have donned. You just have to accept it. I've been the wolf in sheep's skin, all along. I'm sorry for the lies. Without a shred of credibility, I ask for your trust. I need some forgiveness. I'm divided on what I should do. The strongest acid, couldn't burn as much as this remorse. With corroded flesh, I still wait for your trust. If you look into, these broken eyes, you will see my mistakes. You can watch, as the disorders lay siege to my mind. Yet I won't blame you, if you enjoy every writhing moment.