Sin - 8/11/05

This is what it feels like to be needed, The more you need the better I'm treated. You live in the shadow of my own glory, Without your own all you can do is worry. You need me more then I need to suffer, But the long road home only gets rougher. This is what it feels like being used. You are the only one who's ever amused. Redemption is not a realistic thought, The life you have is the life I bought. I've sacrificed past giving up anymore, But I cannot change you, or this world. This is what it feels like to be empty, I only rely on you to be a crutch for me. Dreaming of dying peacefully all alone, Leaving nothing for you which was my own. Trading tales of each other's self pity, Sure as fucking hell doesn't deem unity. This is what it feels like being raped. Forced against my will to be enslaved. Slapped in the face with no reason why, Escape is impossible though I've tried. Once you've taken all that I held sacred, All you can do is make me feel degraded. This is what it feels like to be in hell, Confiding in the demons more then myself. Living in regret for choices I've made, You will forever be my biggest mistake. Only worsening with time I must give in, This is what it feels like living in sin.