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, 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, 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 bear 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 bear, i can't shed my skin, i can't shed my skin