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)

Not sure where to begin

I can't get under my dead skin I can't shed my skin)

Can I sleep today

Phenobarbitol and alcohol these two surely will do

To knock me out

Keep me down at least 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 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 then I can bare

I can't get out of this dead skin I can't shed my skin)

I'm 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

I can't shed my skin

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