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.