Freak, the only name I earned in this faithless life.
This unfair, jaded fight I continue to take part in.
My dreams burned, now the only thing that keeps me going is a desired sin.
Your bleeding pain, is all that can make me grin.
Your tears fail to make my heart feel stabbed by a piercing pin.
Scars from the past, and stinging cuts shattered across my skin.
Your voice haunting me, repeating of how my touch was cold as hard, metal tin.
In the end, you`ll be the one who loses.
And I`ll be the one with a rusty knife, declaring that I have win.
To loneliness and a desired sin, I gave in.