Skin
Kiha & The Faces Lyrics

December's face, always a lonely place
The month of December reminds me of solitude and loneliness.

The rain is falling on the window Of the house we once called our home
As I look outside the window of the home we used to share, I see the rain pouring down.

As I could see myself dying in your eyes
I can sense my life slipping away as I gaze into your eyes.

I crave to follow my own reflection
I yearn to follow my own path and not be held back by this relationship.

I'm aching for your touch
I long for your physical affection.

But I know I'm lost inside your arms
I realize that I am trapped and unable to escape the hold you have on me.

When will I understand that these stupid fucking words won't bring you back
I need to accept that no amount of words or apologies can mend our broken relationship.

You won't stand here first row as I say these words
You will not be there to hear my confessions and apologies in person.

There's nothing good about writing about you anymore
I no longer find any solace or happiness in writing about you.

Because I've finally understood that nothing make you stay
I have realized that there is nothing I can do to make you stay with me.

I tore myself apart every night the past 4 months
I have been tearing myself apart emotionally every night for the past four months.

But the blood in my veins is not enough to keep us alive
Even though I want us to work, my love alone cannot sustain our relationship.

And I'm a human shell where you used to live in to overcome the cold
I am a mere shell of myself since you left, and I miss the comfort you brought me.

Every time I hear your voice through the hallway
Every time I hear someone who sounds like you, my heart races.

I'm torn between flying and falling
I feel conflicted between the hope of us getting back together and the fear of getting hurt again.

And I swear I hear you calling
I get the illusion that you are still trying to reach me.

But it's only the sound of my hands dragging on the ground
It's just the sound of me trying to keep myself distracted and busy with mundane tasks.

Breaking all ten fingers to not fucking call you again
I am willing to hurt myself to stop myself from reaching out to you again.

You can see the bones through the flesh
I have been struggling so much to forget you that it's causing physical changes in my body.

To let you know that I've been really trying to get you out of my skin
These changes are a sign that I am desperate to move on and forget you completely.