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The Color Red


I am full of words that I've never said
This world will pick you up and then slam you on your head
And tonight is as good as any to slip and wind up dead
There's no answers to my questions, not in all the books I've read
You hate the sight of blood but your favorite color's red
 
And It's all such a shame
But there's no one here to blame
Because life, unfortunately, is not a fucking game
Gotta keep pushing forward 
Despite your exhaustion and your pain
 
Don't you worry son
Because soon your day will come
And no matter how fast or far you run
You won't escape the damage you have done
When darkness overcomes you, just keep staring towards the sun
 
And if there's a life after this
I'm certain my name is not on St. Peter's list 
But my soul will indelibly persist, until I finally find true bliss
Through the warmth of a true love's kiss or by leaving this world better than when I started, only then will I be missed. 
 
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