I am the sinner.

I waited for a letter from a girl with my eyes,
I've been waiting 3 years and I have realized,
I am the sinner though you were no prize.

I know you're pain, looking out the window as he started the car.
Think he would turn around and change his mind.
Sadly though, arriving home to realize,
He was the sinner though we were no prize.

I now know why you don't write.
Why you never pick up your pen on lonely winter nights,
It's that I was the lucky one.
Wile you grew up with no real Dad,
I was riding on shoulders and getting kisses.
You hate me because I am the one he came back to.
I am the sinner, Though Sister you are no prize.

The sun will set on another day that I run to the mail sorting to see your name.
Wile I say I hate my sister, Though I just want to hug her,
Hell her everything I keep inside.
I think we need to realize,
We are both sinners, Neither of us can hold a prize.