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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 infectious time

I feel so faint as my life spills over you

Backstep over glass as I repent

I fear I cannot prevent

Myself from spilling your life all over me

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

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

I'm so sick, so sick of myself

Mother, say you'll pray for me