The Last Kiss

8. 3 ½-BY A.F.I.

Why am I this way? Tell my 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

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 my fear

Yeah!

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,
My suffocation, asphyxiation
I've been choking, on my own blooood!

I'M SO SICK, SO SICK OF MYSELF
Mother, say you'll pray for me