lullaby.

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

I've been treated 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

"I need
A lullaby
A kiss goodnight
Angel sweet
Love of my life
Oh, I need this"


Natalie Merchant – My Skin