I miss the way it was, between you and I. the many nights i stayed up speaking your name and calling out to you, or just simply telling you about my day. I am the only keeping things from where they should be. but time and time, i mess up. a part of me wants to keep this sin right where it is. but the part that is you wants to let you make it pure. how i long to be pure again, to not know the things of this world. but even when i depart from you and do wrong, you still call me daughter and love me no matter what.