Itchy Soul
I can’t stand my reflection
all I see is imperfection
and it spreads like an infection.
Every day I’m disrespected
I can’t stand all this rejection
and it spreads like an infection.
Hey, hey, hey, hey I got an itchy soul.
Hey, hey, hey, hey I got an itchy soul.
And I’m giving up… control.
Always looking for affection
always feeling disconnection
and it spreads like an infection.
Despite all of my protection
I fell for the misdirection
and it spreads like an infection.
Hey, hey, hey, hey I got an itchy soul.
Hey, hey, hey, hey I got an itchy soul.
And I’m giving up… control.
I wanna let go,
I wanna not know,
I wanna not feel,
I wanna just heal,
I wanna like you,
I wanna like me,
be just like you,
do you like me?
Hey, hey, hey, hey I got an itchy soul.
Hey, hey, hey, hey I got an itchy soul.
And I’m giving up… control.
Autor(es): Silas Durocher
