It's nice you know
I pick it up It's a nice colour you know Not that anyone ever cares about that They all like I'm an idiot Like I don't know what I'm doing Why I'm doing I do I do it to live To feel alive To remind me that I'm still here As hard as it seems I have to be Why they ask I say it's fun It feels nice It does As I gently push It leaves a mark Some darker than others Like a temporary tattoo That no person apart form me has control over I can't stop It's addictive