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
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