I'm stretching too far out
And I'm becoming vulnerable
Under my skin
That's where the picking starts
I'm not satisfied with myself
And it's not building up this time
It8s only making me fall deeper
When all is gone, will they notice?
When I'm no longer real, will they miss me?
My attention to flaws is becoming worse
I'm focusing and focusing and disgusted
How could you be so revolting?
Broken, dirty, empty, and ugly
You're not important
Cause' one day you'll be gone
No one will remember you
They haven't loved you
I'm not an attention craver...
I'm mothers mistake, which i can never change..
When all is gone.. I know they wont notice..
When I'm no longer real... They won't miss me...
Significance is only measured by the worth others give you
So I'm drop dead disgusting
No more than an equivilent to shit
Just like the rest of you motherfuckers
Until I'm no longer real...
Under my skin...
That's where the picking becomes me...
