My Skin
Take a look at my body
look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand.
Your face saving promises
whispered like prayers
I don't need them.
Cuz I've been treated so wrong.
I've been treated so long as if I'm becoming untouchable
Well,contempt loves the slience
it thrives in the dark.
The fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart
They say that promises sweeten the blow
but I don't need them...
no I don't need them.
I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long as if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm a slow dying flower,
I'm the frost killing hour.
The sweet turning sour and untouchable
Ohh I need the darkness
the sweetness
the sadness
the weakness
ohh I need these.
Need a lullaby
a kiss goodnight
angel,sweet love of my life
ohh I need these.
I'm a slow dying flowers,
frost killing hour.
The sweet turning sour and untouchable
Do you remember the way that you touched me before?
All the trembling sweetness
I loved and adored...
Your face saving promises
whispered like prayers.
I don't need them...
I need the darkness
the sweetness
the sadness
the weakness
ohh I need these.
I need a lullaby
a kiss goodnight
angel,sweet love of my life
ohh I need these.
Well,is it dark enough?
Can you see me?
Do you want me?
Can you reach me?
Or I'm leaving...
You better shut your mouth
and hold your breath
you kiss me now
you catch your death.
Ohh I mean this...
Ohh I mean this.
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