I feel you at the back of my head,
The front of my mind, the sides,
Turning my life upside down to get rid of the itch you cause me,
Always a reminder, that you're there, not leaving,
Nawing at my brain, seething,
Can't you tell I'm grieving?
For the loss of my sanity?
You, in my head, out of my head, you're there, there, and there.
I can't escape, I don't know where,
I can go, to get away from your bitter, evil life,
You are, my lice.