hooked to the flash screen
a perfect picture face blasts my mind
i want to look like her desperately
so i'll scratch my skin until i get my own way
childhood habits are tough to break
a continuation of scratches build to something bigger
something bigger than i ever imagined
now i've grown up i learnt to avoid temptation
but sometimes i scratch my own skin with my own sharp nails - in the hope of a different outcome
like the perfect picture girls
blasting there perfect faces on my mind
oh how i want to look like her desperately
i need to stop scratching my skin until i get my own way
