Picking at a Scab

Hey, what's wrong with me
I keep picking at a scab
I just wanna bleed

Still, don't really know who I am
As I'm writing these words
The blood runs down my hand
Because I keep searching
For what to say
When the more I do
Will help me find my way
Closer to you

Closer to what I need to be
Further from the past
That made me see (Bleed)
First time's a chance
Third time's a charm
But the second
Makes us who we are

Never underestimate a person who
Is seeking a soul
Like you know
What they don't...
Bring them down

Never wanted to chase myself
Never wanted to run
But I'm closer to
What I'll become



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Lipinski
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