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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 the slow-dying flower in the frost-killing hour
the sweet turning sour and untouchable
oh, 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
i'm the slow-dying flower in the frost-killing hour
the sweet turning sour and 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
oh, 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
well, is it dark enough? can you see me?
do you want me? can you reach me?
oh, i'm leaving
you'd better shut your mouth and hold your breath
kiss me now and catch your death
oh, i mean this...
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 the slow-dying flower in the frost-killing hour
the sweet turning sour and untouchable
oh, 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
i'm the slow-dying flower in the frost-killing hour
the sweet turning sour and 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
oh, 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
well, is it dark enough? can you see me?
do you want me? can you reach me?
oh, i'm leaving
you'd better shut your mouth and hold your breath
kiss me now and catch your death
oh, i mean this...