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 meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
