i dont know

[iamfeenster]

these are my hands...
all hairy and white...
they are fragile...
yet so am i...
they have skin and blood...
if i cut it...
it will bleed...

these are my hands...
with another thing on them...
its not soft...
its not rough...
and its not a cloth...
what you think this may be...
it is not...
for you dont know...

these are my hands...
i used to bash my head in...
with my brass...
for the love of you dear...

these are my hands...
and i will always love you...