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Natalie Merchant - 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
and untouchable.

I just don't even know how to put into words how I feel, what I want to tell you. I need to explain myself, but I don't know how.

I'm scared. I don't know where to start. Every time is like starting over, back to square one. I want to do more, to make you happy, but every time I just...I fail at it.

I don't want to fight, I don't want to be like this. I don't want to wake up every morning on opposite sides of the bed, silent until one of us leaves for work.

I'm sorry. I wish I wasn't such a coward, such a fuckup when it comes to this.