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

'cause 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 
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 
In the frost-killing hour 
Sweet turning sour and untouchable

I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness 
Oh I need this 
I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight, angel, sweet love of my life 
Oh I need this 

Do you remember the way that you touched me before 
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored 
Your face-saving promises 
Whispered liked prayers 
I don't need them