I can see clearly now Although I just see You in front of my eyes You Used me - you threw me away You let me love you for your own entertainment And forgot to tell me somewhere along the way Now I I don't see the same person Anymore when I see your face Maybe that's okay Cause I can't bring myself To look at your face anyway I'll Probably forever be this way Even when someone who loves me Reaches out to touch me Even if they love me I'll just have to Turn away turn away turn away turn away Because you used me Like you weren't supposed to I used to be a kid at heart And just like a toy I'll break if you don't play with me right I'm broken now I'm not a toy anymore Nor a kid at heart anymore I don't know what I am anymore I just know it's broken I I never gave you consent To play with parts of me That shouldn't be touched Inside If you weren't doing the things I thought you said you were Shower after shower Doesn't make me feel cleansed Because soap only cleans my skin And it's deep inside where I'm Soiled And TV Won't let me - forget EIther I'll see your face On an actor's head Or hear similar Laughter to yours In the movie theatre Instead And even your name (Why such a common one?) Stops me cold When I read it Or hear it Or say it And I have to Turn away turn away turn away turn away Turn away turn away turn away turn away Because you - you - you Molested my emotions And nevermore can I escape Your memory when I try to go on with my life For you - for you Can't - can't forget An emotional rape And don't tell me That it takes time Because you took all my time Along with everything else You took From Me

Commentary A very intense, stark piece. Picture Tori Amos singing in a straight-jacket and you have an idea of the song...it ultimately was more a performance art piece than a melodic song. This was originally written as the fourth and final part of the "I Was a Twenty-Something Victim of FrankenStein's Go-Go Boy Chase" series and after i had written the previous pieces using such metaphors as hunting prey and the AIDS virus, i wanted to conclude with the most extreme disturbing part where I equate the emotions of the victims of a psychologically abusive relationship with those of physically abusive ones. It made for a wonderfully intense performance art piece but i found it was WAY too deep and dark to serve as a conclusion - especially because there really isn't any sense of closure...so this then became Part Two of the series, following "Sorry" and proceeding "Opportunistic Infection" with "Hunting Trophy" as the new conclusion which is the lightest and most empowering piece.

	Powered by MSN TV