Itching کے بول

feel something itching Festering inside of me The words struggle to surface I need a way to make you see Your beauty seems matched by your suffering My power over you i am questioning The strange thing is I don't think you believe a word that im saying The strange thing is Because of you once again im praying The strange thing is Once again its coming over me Will i forget my question to heaven Tell me again, is it nine or eleven?