dünn sein heißt frei sein & frei sein heißt high sein♥

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 

'Cause I've been treated so wrong, 

I've been treated so long 

As if I'm becoming untouchable 

Well, 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 

In the frost-killing hour 

Sweet turning sour and untouchable 

I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness 

Oh I need this 

I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight, angel, sweet love of my life 

Oh I need this 

I'm a slow-dying flower 

Frost-killing hour 

The sweet turning sour and untouchable 

Do you remember the way that you touched me before 

All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored 

Your face-saving promises 

Whispered liked prayers 

I don't need them 

I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness 

Oh, I need this 

I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight, angel, sweet love of my life 

Oh, I need this 

Well is it dark enough 

Can you see me 

Do you want me 

Can you reach me 

Oh, I'm leaving 

Better shut your mouth, and hold your breath 

You kiss me now, you catch your death 

Oh, I mean this 

Oh, I mean this

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