Bambi

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

Phenobarbitol and alocohol
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 than I can bear

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 bear

Dead skin - Crossfade