Stain of my innocence
My heart is bleeding
The heart that once sang praises to my king
Now yielding for the love of a commoner
The happiness and joy my king gave me
All taken away by my imperfections
Now I fear that my king be angry and hurt
Just as I am torn, so does my king feels
The commoner gave me hopes
Hopes of thorns and thistles
Piercing right through my heart
Merciless, selfish love
So imperfect
The perfect love of my king is all I yearn for
But my imperfections still yearns for the love of a commoner
I must run back to my king
