feel something itchingnFestering inside of menThe words struggle to surfacenI need a way to make you seenYour beauty seems matched by your sufferingnMy power over you i am questioningnnThe strange thing isnI don't think you believe a word that im sayingnThe strange thing isnBecause of you once again im prayingnThe strange thing isnOnce again its coming over menWill i forget my question to heavennTell me again, is it nine or eleven?