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 silence

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

In the frost killing hour

Sweet turning sour

untouchable

Ooh I need

The darkness

The sweetness

The sadness

The weakness

Ooh I need this

Need a lullabye

A kiss goodnight

Angel sweet love of my life

Ooh I need this

I'm a slow dying flower

Frost killing hour

The sweet turning sour

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

Ooh I need this

I need a lullabye

A kiss goodnight

Angel sweet love of my life

Ooh I need this

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

Oh I mean this

Oh I mean this