Theres this hollow ache in my chest
There will never be a drill sharp enough,
To dig out this thing inside me
I will ache forevermore
I feel it in all my movements
I feel it when I am sad
I feel it even when I am happy
I feel it even when I am loved
If I scratch myself a bit
It feels satisfied till it aches again
So I scratch and scratch and scratch
And it aches and aches and aches
Even if I lay down
I am still tired
Nothing feels right in me
Yet again the feelings aches
When will I dig it out
I want to vomit it out
No one can take it out
It aches as it was born to do
