so i'm the king of all these things,
of this mess i have made....
such a waste, what a shame,
my whole life is a fake.
well i'm a bore,
and i'm sure....
i'm a thorn inside you....
that has torn at you for years.
the alcohol, the demerol,
these things never could replace,
what a minute with you could do,
to put a smile on my face.
i'm a bore, and i'm sure....
i'm a thorn inside you....
that has torn at me for years.
i can't get out of this dead skin (i can't shed my skin)
not sure where to begin
i can't get under my dead skin (i can't shed my skin)
can i sleep today.
fentanyl and alcohol these two surely will do,
to knock me out,
keep me down atleast for a day or two
when i'm awake,
i can taste
how bitter i've become....
and it's more then i can bare.
somedays i pray someone will blow me away,
make it quick or let it burn,
so i can feel my life fade,
well i'm a waste,
and i can taste....
how bitter i've become,
and it's more then i can bare.
i can't get out of this dead skin (i can't shake my skin)
not sure where to begin
i can't get under my dead skin (i can't shed my skin)
can i sleep today.
i can't shed my skin (2x)
i can't get out of this dead skin
not sure where to begin
i can't get under my dead skin
can i sleep today.
i can't get out of this dead skin (i can't shake my skin)
not sure where to begin
i can't get under my dead skin (i can't shed my skin)
can i sleep today.
