My Skin          
             

Take a look at my body 
Look at my hands 
There's so much here that I don't understand 
Your face say these promises 
Whispered like prayers 
I don't need them 

Because I've been treated so wrong 
I've been treated so long 
As if I'm becoming untouchable 
Well, content loves the silence 
It thrives in the dark 
With 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 the slow dying flower 
In the frost killing hour 
Sweet turning sour anduntouchable 

Oh, I need the darkness 
The sweetness 
The sadness 
The weakness 
Oh, I need this 
I need a lullaby 
A kiss good night 
Angel sweet love of my life 
Oh, I need this 

I'm the slow dying flower 
In the frost killing hour 
Sweet turning sour anduntouchable 
Do you remember the way that you touched me before 
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored 
Your face saying promised whispered like prayers 
I don't need them 

Oh, I need the darkness 
The sweetness 
The sadness 
The weakness 
Oh, I need this 
I need a lullaby 
A kiss good night 
Angel sweet love of my life 
Oh, I need this 

Well is it dark enough 
Can you see me 
Do you want me 
Can you reach me 
Oh, I'm leaving 
You better shut your mouth 
And hold your breath 
And kiss me now 
And catch your death 
Oh, I mean this 
Oh, I mean this

             
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