I don't want anything, anything touching my skin
These clothes, I need to get them off me
I need to rip them off, let my body breathe
Let my skin feel air, clean air
But all I feel is dirty air, from the city, from the pig pen of a city
I'm so fustrated! I need to feel clean, Don't even look at me, just let me be, I feel so dirty
I want the rain to pour onto me and turn me into a puddle
A puddle that holds your reflection in it
Don't step in me, leave me be,
I want the sun to break free from the clouds and turn me into vapor, so you will breath me in when you pass by, so I can be in you, in your heart, and in your mind
I'll have your body, and you'll have my soul |