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Little Boy Lyrics - Singles - Emilie Autumn

Little boy; 

Why did you have to chase me so hard? 

Didn't your mother show you what to do? 

Didn't your father tell you not to push? 

Little boy; 

We could have been great friends 

But you frightened me to death you see 

You made a rabbit out of me 

And now we can't go back to being anything 

Perhaps I ought to thank you 

For you took my innocence away 

And made me cruel 

How did you know I'd need that later on? 

You taught me to hide and you taught me to lie 

And to tremble at the telephone 

To scream but never cry 

Surely you were wise beyond your years 

For you planted in me unknown fears 

That since I've met time and again 

I wish I could have known it then 

I might have been grateful for the experience 

Rather than for the darkness 

sSo useful to the hunted deer who doesn't know the way 

But really I would not have known 

Into how many arms a girl will let herself be thrown 

Just to escape the one who wants her most? 

Better to dance with ten who won't remember her name 

Than to be asked by one who can't forget it. 

Little boy; 

You made me feel guilt that day 

Which never fully went away 

You told the world you hated me 

And that's when I began to see 

How much it must have hurt 

To have dressed up in your first clean shirt 

And hope like hell she'd understand 

The things you felt, and take your hand 

But damn you little boy I never had a chance 

You couldn't see I wasn't ready 

For what you monsters call romance. 

Little boy; 

You never looked at me the same 

As though you didn't know my name 

And in the end you made me hate myself for hurting you 

But no one ever stopped to tell me what I ought to do. 

Little boy; 

Maybe someday you'll walk my way 

And listen to the song I play 

And if you're still fond of passing notes 

Perhaps we'll shed our children's coats 

And talk an hour or two of what's become of us and why 

That finally we might say hello, forgive, and say goodbye.