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Skinned alive
I can see my tattered flesh
Fall from my bones

My heart is carved out
And I wait here in doubt for its return

Skinned alive
I must thrive
On blood and flesh alone

I realize
What it takes to survive
When skinned alive

He tore my flesh from my body
He stole my heart and damaged my soul
He took almost all of me
And now I will never be whole

Skinned alive
I must thrive for love and emotion all alone

Noting left of me
But my dry bones

Skinned alive
It’s hard to cry
When there is no more flesh to catch my tears

Skinned alive
It’s hard to die
When I’ve held on for so many years

Skinned alive.
He skinned me alive.