Me?

I only went to look inside
All those pictures in my head
By the time I came back outside
Most of me was dead

I found the scattered pieces
Lying on the floor
Like a Jewish Princess
Shot against the door

You gave me an odd notion
Well at least I think you did
Or was it too much potion
That place in which I'd hid

I wondered why I do this
Torture myself with love
That pain I'd rather dismiss
Fitted like a glove

At the end I'm still here
When all is said and done
Love is still the trigger
On my fear loaded gun

© 2005, Mosquitobyte