* ever so sweet *
i just found a friend . . . in one of your lies, to treat me so nice.
you're just an empty cage if you kill the bird.
2003-12-29 : 10:32 a.m.
so much time. / so little to do.
strike that, reverse it . . .


Every finger in the room is pointing at me.

I wanna spit in their faces..

Then I get afraid what that could bring.

I got a bowling ball in my stomach.

I got a desert in my mouth.

Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now.

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets,

Looking for a savior underneath these dirty sheets.

I've been raising up my hands,

Drive another nail in..

Just what God needs,

One more victim.

Why do we crucify ourselves everyday?

I crucify myself.

And nothing I do is good enough for you.

Crucify myself everyday..

I crucify myself.

My heart is sick of bein'..

I said my heart is sick of bein' in

Chains.

Chains.

Got a kick for a dog beggin' for love.

I gotta have my suffering,

So that I can have my cross.

I know a cat named Easter,

He says "Will you ever learn?

You're just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird."

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets.

Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets.

I've been raising up my hands,

Drive another nail in.

Got enough guilt to start

My own religion.

*

-tori amos. "crucify". <3



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