Dip the paintbrush into my blood, the ink
And myself, the paper
Paint a perfect smile
What everyone wants to see
But time keeps moving
The paint is drying
And that perfect image is cracking

But if I scratch deep enough
Maybe I'll find her
The good person
The person who can be loved
Who can be wanted
Because she is there..inside of me
She has to be
So I'll keep scratching
Scratching away the bad
Until I find her

All I can see in myself is hate
Hate of who I am
Who I am going to be
And I keep scratching so hard
Further and further into my skin
But nothing, still nothing
But there is good in everyone, right?

If I scratch deep enough
Maybe I'll find her
The good person
The person who can be loved
Who can be wanted
Because she is there..inside of me
She has to be
So I'll keep scratching
Scratching away the bad
Until I find her

Stand in the shower
Scrubbing my skin until its raw
Trying to wash it all away
Trying to make it leave
Maybe if I just scrubbed harder
She would start to show through
But nothing, always nothing
But there's good in everyone, right?

If I scratch deep enough
Maybe I'll find her
The good person
The person who can be loved
Who can be wanted
Because she is there..inside of me
She has to be
So I'll keep scratching
Scratching away the bad
Until I find her

I'm really pushing now
Trying so hard to find her
Scratching so deep
Ink bleeding across torn paper
And she will show through
But nothing, still nothing, always nothing
There is no good in me

I thought if I scratched deep enough
Maybe I would find her
The good person
The person who can be loved
Who can be wanted
But she isn't there...inside of me
I have scratched away all the bad
Until there's nothing left
So now I'm gone
And I never found her
 
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