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