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 prayed like prayers
I don't need them
Because I've been treated
so wrong
I've been treated so long
as if I'm becoming
untouchable
well content loves the silence
it thrives in the dark
with Fine
winding trendils
that strange 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 long
I've been treated so long
as if becoming untouchable
I'm slow dying flower
in the frost killing your
sweet turnig sour and untouchable
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RandomYou know I like to listen music like love song so I create this story hope you like it and don't forget to vote or comment your suggestion
