See I tear off pieces of skin from my fingers
I never let it grow
Nor heal itself
I shower for too long
My hair is messy
People never admit they don't like me
I always wonder
Am I too happy
Am I too sad
Why aren't I enough
I keep going back for more
Pulled into the vicious darkness

I keep biting off my skin
bleeding till I become numb
I stay in the shower for hours

I just want to know
Do they like me