Brand Of Cain (SITD)

We are deflected from our path A tempting demon, a face unmasked My brow is marked with the brand of Cain A steady downpour soaked through with rain You wait to hear me say forgive The more I suffer, the more you live My confidence, your jealousy I'm cursed - bound - lost in slavery I couldn't go along with that I feel so cold, if I were dead Collected moments may last for years Our diary brings me to tears Drifting apart, no renaissance I bid farewell to a second chance I couldn't go along with that I feel so cold, if I were dead I couldn't go along with that I curse the day on which we met