Itching

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?