Wicked Ways

Brace yourself, just let me go

I'm halfway there I have to know

To find out who I really am

Tragic figure or half the man

Questions carved in my heart

Give it up before it starts

Until it bleeds, it bleeds again

The hardest game and no one wins

The little things so satisfying

Denied again, continue trying

To be someone I'm not

Wicked ways, washed in blood