My skin is crawling
I grab the sharp metal
It pierces into my skin
The bugs go deeper I go deeper
The bugs leave
But there back the next night
I go back to what I always do
Trying to carve out the bugs
No matter how deep I carve
The bugs always come back
So does the metal
With my skin dry and red
Cracked and bruised
The bugs crawl everywhere
As I dig and dig
The bugs go deeper
As I dig deeper
