• I was born a mistake
    An aborted child, for God's sake
    Yet I stand, darkness my shield
    And the anger I crave, I also wield

    My father, a drunken child
    Took my life and cut it into bits
    My mother, with no love
    Had no respect, just childish fits

    Grown up, in the land of teens
    Sam came to me, and I was a fool
    I became a marionette
    Her useful little tool

    Just like a fly on a pie
    Or a black cloud in a sky
    Another pin in a Voodoo Doll
    Makes me remember what started it all

    Claire came next, but with no surprise
    Left like the rest, it wasn't wise
    I gave yet another try at the game called "Love"
    And with a shocking twist, it was all just lies

    Then came Ronica, another puppeteer
    Playing my emotions, giving fake fear
    Then I give my all, sold everything I had
    Just to end up in tears

    Just like the punching bag
    Or yet another senseless nag
    Another pin in a Voodoo Doll
    Makes me remember what started it all

    I am no hero nor a tyrannical villian
    I am not holy nor a unspeakable sin
    Now you know what started it all
    I am the pinned up Voodoo Doll