THE SCRATCH

Mel/arr: Mr.Barillion. Lyr/voc.mel: Villa:K

If I could only put in words

If I could sway and persuade

If I could con when I pretend

If I could smirk and throw away…

I would flirt the way you flirt

I would play the same way you played

I would dare to face the end

I would not have asked you to stay

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And I’m crawling up the wall

Digging holes on second floor

See the scratches burning my skin

Your appearance is paper thin

See me choking, ghasping for air

There is nothing left for me here

See your fake tan fading away

Oh fuck I do not want to stay

If I could make myself brand new

If I could master your mind

If I was cool as arctic ice

If the fire in me was put out

I’d spit out what you made me chew

I would so hiss at your kind

I would no longer witness your cries

‘Cause I would know what you are about