Pounds

Acne oh acne
You thrive, cover your forehead
You make my face feel thick
If I massage, my face is pale
Acne oh acne

You continue to grow as though snaring
You can cause me to be desperate
If I let my face be dying
Acne oh acne

Because of you, my days are heavy
Because you look like me unkempt
If I look in the mirror, want to feel my mirror brush
Acne oh acne

Now it looks more rusty
Ku push one embossed four
Ku push in the forehead arise in the buttocks