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(álbum: A Fire Inside - 1998)

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