Nervous
Energy
Surges
Through
I can't escape the feeling
It comes and goes
Like night and day
It will hurt
I'm addicted aren't I?
The thin sheets of nails that stay are the lucky ones
The rest
Are stubs
What they used to be before
We're stubs
They have been, and always will be
Stubs
I tried my best to stop
I kept biting
And biting
And biting
Until it became a habit
Until that habit became my activity
Until that activity became an addiction
Until that addiction became my spare time
I kept knowing away my nails
I kept on biting
I was distracting myself
From the real problem
When I bite my nails
I feel they can't see me
