My Skin

Ami Emi

take a look at my body

look at my hands

Dmi

there's so much here

that I don't understand

Ami Emi

your face saving promises

whispered like prayers

I don't need them

I don't need them

Ami

I've been treated so wrong

I've been treated so long

as if I'm becoming untouchable

contempt 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 a slow dying flower

frost killing hour

the sweet turning sour

and untouchable

o, I need

the darkness

the sweetness

the sadness

the weakness

I need this

I need

a lullaby

a kiss goodnight

angel sweet

love of my life

o, I need this