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• Artiste: Alps (The)
• Titre: Each Thing Kills (the Man Who It Loves)
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Please Bosie bully, swift kick with the knee the thing I love the most will be the death of me and I dare not speak it's name you sneak up and speak up to me when we pass in the middle of class just to let me know as soon as lunch rolls around you're gonna pound me hard into the playground so I sit and wait I anticipate that lovely, evil look on your face when I talk to you, I can't think when I think about you, I can't talk and if I say the wrong thing, you will slap me again so I say the wrong things, to feel you touch me again Please Bosie bully, the thing I love the most will be the death of me and I dare not speak it's name every spare glance thrills me before spinnin' round to kill me deep breathe a cigarette a deep breath , and then I'm licked do you really mean all the nasty things that you say to me? I'm nasty and vulgar, a middle school medusa? why do I love all that no one should? why starve a boyhood of all that's sexy and good? and if I say the wrong things, you will slap me again so I say the wrong things, to feel you touch me again you get pissed a swift fist and the rest is teenage history fingers on my head before the empty bed now you beat on a younger boy instead seems when I'm not my best I'm just useless and you never really cared for my flesh I go home and make a list of things I wish I never said Oh, regret