How the mind does shout for rest
When the body is shaken, yeah
Oh, this tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking

Oh Lord, is this a test?
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick
And he wants me crazy

Are you
Who can say
It's okay to live through me?
Live to be
Part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine

Was it something that I said?
Was it how they're breaking, yeah?
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking

Spend me
Like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed

You feed

Your body is a temple
A dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling
Hoping for a small piece of sanity
That of which you can not give


Buying penance with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
Why the hell not take it?

Hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhorred
In self-worth
All that matters much to me, yeah

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A Little Bitter [Live] Lyrics as written by Michael Inez Layne Staley

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    General CommentGOD, I hope I made my point here. I do have to agree with aicguy22 about people automatically thinking all of these songs are about Layne or drugs. Most of the songs were written by Cantrell and have nothing to do with either subject.
    PaperFaceon July 29, 2002   Link

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