Dead Skin!

(This isn't a poem but a song that is sung by the Crossfade band, and is called "Dead Skin"...I wanted to put this song up because its one of my favorites and it reminds me of myself.)

So I'm the king(queen)
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 inside of you
that has torn at you for years
the alcohol
and 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 till then.

Phenobarbital
and alcohol
these two surely will do
to knock me out
and keep me down
at least for 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
let it burn
so I can feel my life fade away
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 dead skin
I can't shed my dead skin.