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| In My Own Skin
I hate the way I feel inside the poisons runnin' through the mind the body's numb, and next to death life's just a pathedic mess I see the sickness ruling me the pain, the darkness...vanity I wish the end could just begin and I could live in my own skin but danger is my middle name and my first and last is hate and pain and worthlessness is bound by shame but insanity's my favorite game so life is like a shallow hole a living grave, a deadened soul the wages of this bout with sin have left me marked, and dead within but the past won't let my life begin so I can't live in my own skin Copyright �2004 George Alan Lawson II |
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