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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 timeI feel so faint as my life spills over youBack step over glass as I repentI fear I cannot prevent myselfFrom spilling your life all over me
Go! I'm so sick, so sick of myselfMother, say you'll pray for meI'm so sick, so sick of myselfI'm premature in my decayI'm so sick, so sick of myselfMother, say you'll pray for meI'm so sick, so sick of myselfShards of glass swimming in my eyesA small voice in the back of my mindthat's whispering words I never want to hearI pray that you won't hesitate,As you watch me degenerate, to reachIn my wounds and extract all of my fear
Yeah! I'm so sick, so sick of myselfMother, say you'll pray for meI'm so sick, so sick of myselfI'm premature in my decayI'm so sick, so sick of myselfMother, say you'll pray for me
I'm so sick, so sick of myselfMy suffocation, asphyxiationI've been choking on my own bloodMy suffocation, asphyxiationI've been choking on my own blood
I'm so sick, so sick of myselfMother, say you'll pray for me