Under The Skin

Nichole Alden

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You became him suddenly scrape
The door you can leave quietly
and if my fear subsides
maybe I can get some rest finally
and make pretend it didn't mean that much to me

Stale; the air don't think the night
has ever felt so dead to me
it's not your fault
you tried to be all you could be

Sometimes something living barely
under the skin can make it crawl
so surprising when you thought
there was nothing at all