May 4

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
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 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’m the slow dying flower
In the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour and untouchable

Well is it dark enough
Can you see me
Do you want me
Can you reach me
Oh, I’m leaving

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Song: My Skin
Artist: Natalie Merchant

[Took this one out of an Alias episode. I think it's such a sad song. I loved it.]

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