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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