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
Life is a circle,
No escape from myself
Even with my vows to change
I will be the same
There is a peace in prophecies,
That one day embedded in the future
They'll all recognize whats wrong
They will pick till they tire.
Ill be diagnosed with a familiar illness
Ill lash out as if they gave it to me
But I was born and remained ill
No one will change the way I ache.
I dont think you should want me.
I've annoyed you again.
