...pero no soy Ophelia, no tengo dieciséis...

and in my own words "oh I feel this, oh I fear this";
y en sus propias palabras, dice: 

.........
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......

........
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.

Natalie Merchant (My Skin)


"I look for better days, I lay awake dreaming about better days" a.b.v.n.