Red
The first color of the rainbow
The color a lot of people wear
The color the think about when they think of death
The color I see each time I get mad
They tease me and hit me
I've put up with it for so long
I can't control it like I use to
I can't get it out of my head
The image of you dead all because I saw the color red
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