Gone with the Sin

Her glace meets mine
...and I feel blessed
Something I've shouldn't confess

The air I breath
Is the air She breathed
...and I'm brainwaved

I'm the man, but She's the devil
She's the sacred and I'm the scared
She leaves me torn between being
blessed and damned

Walking into sanctuary
Never reaching Her sanctity

Enchanted by Her eyes
still not knowing their hue

If seeing Her beauty is gift then I guess I've been blessed
If Her look is a gift then i guess I've been damned

Our distance killed what we could done
It's my fault