why am i this way?
tell me why?
why am i this way?
why?
open wounds in the palms of my hands,
festering through infections time.
I feel so faint as my life spills over you.
back step over glass as I repent.
I fear I cannot prevent myself
from spilling your life all over me.
go! I´m so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you´ll pray for me.
I´m so sick, so sick of myself.
I´m premature in my decay.
I´m so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you´ll pray for me.
I´m so sick, so sick of myself.
Shards of glass swimming in my eyes.
A small voice in the back of my mind
that´s whispering words I never want to hear.
I pray that you won´t hesitate,
as you watch me degenerate, to reach
in my wounds and extract all of my fear.
yeah! I´m so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you´ll pray for me.
I´m so sick, so sick of myself.
I´m premature in my decay.
I´m so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you´ll pray for me.
I´m so sick, so sick of myself.
My suffocation, asphyxiation.
I´ve been choking on my own blood.
My suffocation, asphyxiation.
I´ve been choking on my own blood.
I´m so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you´ll pray for me.