Scratch The Itch

Don't mind the crowd I've long-lost all my shame Promised to quit But I can't resist This habit clings Like second skin This craving's roots are buried in my being Release is my desperate need I push my nails into my skin I'm relentless I persist Until resistance is broken The blood is on my fingertips What a sweet sensation Lick my hands dry off the mess Pleasure's absent in the taste Blegh My skin's a page for silent tales In my daily ritual I hide the aftermath As water flows So does my solemn oath I hide the aftermath And I know you do it too I can sense a familiar urge within you There's this shared secret in your eyes I'm not alone in this I'm not alone in this, I'm sure With each cleansing My commitment renews Yet, the urge remains I have to scratch the itch I have to scratch the itch I have to scratch the itch