mask is easily placed, 
On a betrayed and broken face.
disguise to hide the past,
When you mapped out my skin and made the memories last.
Some things are never erased,
And I [bad word] when I’ve been chased,
By recollections of you and me falling off our homemade castle.

And even when I’m walking straight I always end up in a perfect circle.
Oh I try but I just can’t wait, 
To break out of this perfect circle.
‘Cos giving into old temptation,
Is like [bad word] twitch.
Oh the silly stupid realisation, 
The more you scratch the more you itch.

Why am I fighting, what’s it for,
Must let my mask drop to the floor.
My scars I shouldn’t hide from the people who are on my side,
Rolling up my sleeves to fight against, 
All the things I locked up and all the things I fenced.
But it’s time to let it out so we can build a brand new castle.

And even when I’m walking straight I always end up in a perfect circle.
Oh I try but I just can’t wait, 
To break out of this perfect circle.
‘Cos giving into old temptation,
Is like [bad word] twitch.
Oh the silly stupid realisation, 
The more you scratch the more you itch.

And even when I’m walking straight I always end up in a perfect circle.
Oh I try but I just can’t wait,
To break out of this perfect circle.
‘Cos giving into old temptation,
Is like [bad word] twitch.
Oh the silly stupid realisation, 
The more you scratch the more you itch.

The more you scratch the more you itch.