take a ^Am look at my ^Embody ^F look at my ^Chands ^Dm there's so much here that ^GI don't understand

your ^Amface saving ^Empromises ^Fwhispered li^Cke prayers I don't need them I ^Gdon't need them

I've been ^Amtreated 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

Natalie Merchant - My Skin