Precious Things, by Tori Amos

Yeah, as a lot of people know and I've mentioned in other sections of my page, I was raped. I'm not reallly much for talking about it as generally I hate sounding victimized by it (even though I was.. no doubt about it) but I *do* have a definite pissed off streak about it.

Pissed at the guy that did it

Pissed at myself for leting it happen

Pissed that it even happenned

Anyway...

It wasn't a stranger, it was my boyfriend at the time.

He was a "good little Catholic boy" who went to church every Sunday.

He often told me I was fat.

He did a lot of things that make this song slightly eerie in the similarities.

Trust me.. watching me dance to this song is a bit unnerving.

So I ran faster

But it caught me here

Yes my loyalties turned

Like my ankle

In the seventh grade

Running after BILLY

Running after the rain

These precious things

Let them bleed

Let them wash away

These precious things

Let them break their hold over me

He said you're really an ugly girl

But I like the way you play

And I died

But I thanked him

Can you believe that sick sick

holding on to his picture

Dressing up every day

I wanna smash the faces

Of those beautiful BOYS

Those christian boys

So you can make me cum that doesn't make you JESUS

These precious things

Let them bleed

Let them wash away

These precious things

Let them break their hold over me

I remember

Yes in my peach party dress

No one dared

No one cared

To tell me where the pretty girls are

Those demigods

With their NINE-INCH nails and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart

of every nice girl

These precious things

Let them bleed

Let them wash away

These precious things

Let them break

Let them wash away

These these precious things

Let them bleed now

Let them wash away

These these precious things

Let them break their hold over me

Precious

Precious