Something about the way you said it to me
Made me forget all the little in-betweens
And every moment that you missed
You haven't seen the things I hear
I don't want to touch
When I can feel
I've got skin-like scales
I'll cut you with burnished claws
If you'd said something else I'd regret
But I've yet to taste the melody of scorn
I'm deaf and out of touch but you can't see