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


Lyrics submitted by dontmakemecry

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