Colors
i feel like a red hot fireball of fury
with a heart of black
no one ever will get near me
its misery
blue is the color of my soul
i hate myself
I'm never seeing glasses as half full
my life is dull
i don't even want this anymore
i don't wanna live
my body soon will hit the floor
i will soar
Blissfully sleeping on forever
breaking free from everything
all feelings i will sever
I'll end this thing
all my colors fading off to white
never red and blue and black
I'm one the devil will invite
so dress in black
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