Just what God needs: one more victim. Why do we crucify ourselves? - Tori Amos

And I rode along side
Till you lost me there
In the open road
And I rode along side
Till the honey spread
Itself so thin
For me to break your bread
For me to take your word
I had to steal it.

Years go by Will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by
If I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds
Raining in head
Years go by Will I choke on my tears
Till finally there is nothing left
One more casualty
You know we're too easy Easy Easy

Give me life, give me pain, give me myself again.