Dead Skin

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) And I'm not sure where to begin I can't get under my dead skin (I can't shed my skin) Can I sleep 'til then? Phenobarbital and alcohol 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 bare some days 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 bare I can't get out of this dead skin (I can't shed my skin) And 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? I can't get out of this dead skin And I'm not sure where to begin I can't get under my dead skin Can I sleep 'til then? I can't get out of this dead skin (I can't shed my skin) And 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?