Pickin On Me

I saw a weird boyHe looked at me with a look of pure hateNobody knewAll the griefwhere he’d beenhe was a sad boyhe was a victim of a dirty good timefeely games in the back of his boarded up estatesoon enough, he’s pickin’ on me,kicked my head in ‘cos that’s all that he’d seensoon enough he’s picking on me picking on meI told my teachershe look at me so indifferentlyher whole night was spent marking paper red tapeso I had to learn to fightkicked her sister ‘cos I had no respectso here’s the start of another waryou against mesoon enough he’s pickin’ on mekicked my head in ‘cos that’s all that he’d seensoon enough he’s pickin on me, pickin on me

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