Katiepants (
desertions) wrote2004-09-10 01:47 am
She's Been Everybody Else's Girl, Maybe One Day She'll Be Here Own
I think I've figured part of this limbo out
Well, sort of anyways
I'm scared
I am completely terrified to the point of numbness
My whole life, I've foccussed on making others happy
Being what they wanted me to be
And now that I'm finally stopping doing that
I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do
I don't know how to be just Katie
I've never been her
I've always adjusted myself to whoever I'm around
I do it with my friends
I do it with my family
And I did it a hell of alot with Mitchell
I don't even remember when I picked up this habit
All I know is it's one I've had for a long time
But if I keep it up, I'll loose myself even more
Yet, I don't know how to be anything else
I don't know how to just try to make myself happy
Cause to be honest, that sounds kind of selfish
Even though, deep down, I know it's really not..
Sometimes I wish life came with a manual..
Cause I just don't know how to make it work...
Song of the Moment:
Girl by Tori Amos
From in the shadow
She calls
And in the shadow
She finds a way
And in the shadow
She crawls
Clutching her faded photograph
My image under her thumb
Yes with a message for my heart
She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
And in the doorway
They stay and laugh
As violins fill with water
Screams from the bluebells
Can't make them go away
We'll I'm not seventeen
But I've cuts on my knees
Falling down
As the winter takes one more cherry tree
Rushin' rivers thread so thin limitation
Dreams with the flying pigs turbid blue
And the drugstores too safe
In their coats
Anda in their do's
Yeah smother in our hearts
A pillow to my dots
One day maybe
One day
One day she'll be her own
And in the mist
There she rides
And castles are burning in my heart
And as I twist I hold tight
And I ride to work every morning
Wondering why
"Sit in the chair and be good now"
And become all that they told you
The white coats enter her room
And I'm callin' my baby
Callin' my baby
Callin' my baby
Callin' everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Many people have said this song describes me, myself included....
Guess it must be true?
Well, sort of anyways
I'm scared
I am completely terrified to the point of numbness
My whole life, I've foccussed on making others happy
Being what they wanted me to be
And now that I'm finally stopping doing that
I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do
I don't know how to be just Katie
I've never been her
I've always adjusted myself to whoever I'm around
I do it with my friends
I do it with my family
And I did it a hell of alot with Mitchell
I don't even remember when I picked up this habit
All I know is it's one I've had for a long time
But if I keep it up, I'll loose myself even more
Yet, I don't know how to be anything else
I don't know how to just try to make myself happy
Cause to be honest, that sounds kind of selfish
Even though, deep down, I know it's really not..
Sometimes I wish life came with a manual..
Cause I just don't know how to make it work...
Song of the Moment:
Girl by Tori Amos
From in the shadow
She calls
And in the shadow
She finds a way
And in the shadow
She crawls
Clutching her faded photograph
My image under her thumb
Yes with a message for my heart
She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
And in the doorway
They stay and laugh
As violins fill with water
Screams from the bluebells
Can't make them go away
We'll I'm not seventeen
But I've cuts on my knees
Falling down
As the winter takes one more cherry tree
Rushin' rivers thread so thin limitation
Dreams with the flying pigs turbid blue
And the drugstores too safe
In their coats
Anda in their do's
Yeah smother in our hearts
A pillow to my dots
One day maybe
One day
One day she'll be her own
And in the mist
There she rides
And castles are burning in my heart
And as I twist I hold tight
And I ride to work every morning
Wondering why
"Sit in the chair and be good now"
And become all that they told you
The white coats enter her room
And I'm callin' my baby
Callin' my baby
Callin' my baby
Callin' everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Many people have said this song describes me, myself included....
Guess it must be true?
