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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 of 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 of you
That has torn at me for years
I can't get out of this dead skin
I can't shed my skin
I'm not sure where to begin
Why can't I begin again
I can't get under my dead skin
I can't shed my skin
Can I sleep til then
Phenobarbital and alcohol
These two surely will do
To knock me out
Keep me down atleast a day or two
When I'm awake
I can taste how bitter I've become
And it's more than I can bare somedays
I pray someone will blow me away
Make it quick
But 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 than I can bare
I can't shed my skin
I can't shed my skin