You're just a scab that
I pick until it bleeds again
You're just a hole that
I stick my finger in
You're never going to
be what I need
You're never going to
see what I see
You're just a torn out
page in my history
You're just a generic
hard copy mystery
You're never going to
be enough for me
You're never going to
hold my curiosity
You're just a blemish
that I have to cover up
You're just the dirt
that I sweep under the rug
You'll never clean up
the mess you made
You're the stain that
will never fade