The hand I hate myself with
Stop thinking you know it
I only want to think about growth
I do the things I know I must
Stop thinking you know it
You’re trying
I do the things I know I must
I hate everything soft and weak
You’re trying
Through the skin
I hate everything soft and weak
I have crept in.
Through the skin
I only want to think about growth
I have crept in.
The hand I hate myself with