posted on：2008 years
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Album:Ophelia
Title: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
I m 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
fr
