Skin Crawler

Crippled cold and sickly sick
Im a butty short of a picnic
My bodys worn and torn abit
My mind is yours
If you find a use with it

I feel you sinking in my

Skin
Skin crawler
I feel like giving in
It's starting to take over
My skin is crawling at the thought of you and him
My skin

A pure soul
Who's easily led
There's a few loose bolts
Inside the head
That your worried might fall every time you use the stairs
There's a light behind the eyes but no ones there

A lie that makes
The skin begin to itch
A heart that was yours
But you wore out its tick
And your worried you might have thrown it in the bin
There's sounds behind the lid
But nobodys in

I can feel it caving in, my

Skin
Skin crawler
I feel like giving in
It's starting to take over
My skin is crawling at the thought of you and him
My skin



Credits
Writer(s): Lloyd Kelly
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