Só o amor constrói?! - Parte 3

Sem brincadeira, às vezes a produtividade do rancor da Fiona Apple me dá medo:

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Regret

Fiona Apple

‘Member when we argued on the concept of regret?
You were an expert even then but not me, not yet.
Now all you got to do's remind me that we met.
And there you got me, that's how you got me,

you taught me to regret

‘Member how I asked you why are you so mean?
You didn't know how to react to being seen
I tried to be your friend, you made me ‘shamed, now I'm getting even
and there you got me,

that's how you got me,

you taught me to be mean

I ran out of white dove feathers
to soak up the hot piss that comes through your mouth
every time you address me.

‘Member when I was so sick and you didn't believe me?
Then you got sick too, and guess who took care of you?
You hated that, didn't you? Didn't you?
Now when you look at me, you're condemned to see
the monster your mother made you to be
and there you got me,

that's how you got free,

you got rid of me.

I ran out of white dove feathers
to soak up the hot piss that comes through your mouth
every time you address me.

Alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Alone