Provoked to Kill (True Story)

I prayed for forgiveness,
With faith I surely had,
But rest assured their dying,
Which makes me alittle bit glad,

Each night I made a new scar,
Ranging from my feet to my arms
Each time I wished to myself,
please let this be the last scar,
its already done, i've taken this too far

Fore the people I have lost,
meant something in my life,
But with insults I faced,
I always drew the knife.

I knew they were joking,
But I'm not a joking guy,
Every time they would proceed,
Id tell them **** off and die.

For some reason it was only me,
The famous \\\"Pick\\\" in the group,
And every night I went through
Another continuous loop.

I thought they were my friends,
But now their life must end,
Because in my world,
These rules, I must bend.

Suffering from myself,
My own sense of creed,
I try to put down the knife,
And get the help that I need.

No one tried to comfort me,
No one believes I Will,
But they will see, they will know,
When I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m famed above the hills.

They will remember me,
Remember me as
The one who was provoked,
With the knife in his hands.

And they will go on fearing,
Fearing what they have done,
Changing me into this fiend,
Who's just having a little fun.

And with his last strides,
A famous march for revenge,
A dying wish that he,
He himself must avenge.

But that Night,
I prayed for forgiveness,
With faith I surely had,
But rest assured their dying,
Which makes me a little more glad.

The only one provoked,
With a knife in his hand.

Each night he made a new scar,
Ranging from his feet to his arms
Each time he wished to himself,
please let this be the last scar.