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I've got more complaints More than pleasantries to say Every monument is idly arranged Every figure that has ever held importance in my life I find nobody is who I pictured them to be My hands are numb because it's getting colder quicker You need more warmth than I provide If only my skin were thicker I wouldn't feel the need to hide I see the faces in reflections of the past I feel so close but I can't reach through the glass My life burns out and flickers like the end of a cigarette I'm nothing like they pictured me to be My hands are numb because it's getting colder quicker You need more warmth than I provide If only my skin were thicker I wouldn't feel the need to hide I feel it eat my insides, I'm paralyzed with guilt If only your skin were thinner I wouldn't feel the need to hide I see the light in your eyes Turn the blind eye (Turn the blind eye) Letras de canciones"Why are you hurting me" she screamed from her death bed Look at me, I'm trying to say I haven't been slipping away Look at me, I'm trying to say I haven't been slipping away I'm nothing like they pictured me to be My hands are numb because it's getting colder quicker You need more warmth than I provide If only my skin were thicker I wouldn't feel the need to hide I feel it eat my insides, I'm paralyzed with guilt If only your skin were thinner I wouldn't feel the need to hide From Letras Mania