Feeding Fingers - I Am a Brutal Little Boy | Текст песни

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• I Am a Brutal Little Boy

I like to think of brutal little boys
With their hands filled with rocks
Instead of cheap toys
That are not afraid to get blood
On their friends

I grind my teeth and smile
At the thought of three
Tiny voices laughing
And threatening me
Because I just choose to play by myself

Play by myself

Leave me here

I'm just no fun
I'm just no fun
I'm just no fun for anyone else
I don't think that I'm fun
I'm just no fun
I'm just no fun
For anyone
But me

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