Skin

we wanted to feel it
thought we could steal it
but we couldn't feed it
so it's time to kill it

it's served it's purpose
I will shed this skin
it's kept me inside
but i won't give in
i thought it was your love
it was your love
but just the beginning of the end
of playing pretend

it felt so perfect inside
a good place for us to hide
but i cannot hear my mind
so this is what i decide


it's served it's purpose
I will shed this skin
it's kept me inside
but i won't give in
i thought it was your love
it was your love
but just the beginning of the end
of playing pretend

my head and hearts disturbed
i feel a little burned
but I am not concerned
because i have now learned


it's served it's purpose
I will shed this skin
it's kept me inside
but i won't give in
i thought it was your love
it was your love
but just the beginning of the end
of playing pretend

The End

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