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.