3 1/2 [French translation]

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 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 blood

I'm so sick, so sick of myself

Mother, say you'll pray for me

• Artist:AFI
• Album:A Fire Inside EP