Blood dripping
Heart sinking
Tell me why the glass is wider than before
Will I break
The scales
No I pay for bleeding instead
I keep
Silent
But I work twice as hard
Won\'t take
Me seriously
What am I doing here then
But someone
Has to pay for
The blood on my hands of seven sins
I thought
I paid
Enough of a price with the pain
But she
Never stops
Paying the price of other\'s sin.