She lost her ease. In the clothes she was never know how to wear, she lost her ease. She never knew that her innocence was a gift. She never knew that her gained knowledge is a primal nature shift.
She has questions. She knew heaven was built by heathens, now she has questions. Why does the forbidden fruit must be there in the first place? Why does opening her eyes makes her losing her grace?
She's the one to be blamed. Blessed with purity and loving nature, now she's the only one to be blamed. All seeing eyes won't let her see. All hearing ears won't let her be heard.
She's in remorse. Trapped between heaven and hell, she's slowly dying in remorse. Oh she imagining what will happen, if she follow the unreasonable truth. Oh she know, it's way too late to picture it now.