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.