blood rushes out of my mouth like words
it pours out of me
i wash it down the drain with my tears
like it means nothing
it does mean nothing
is it ironic that red is my favorite color?
or is that destiny?
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blood rushes out of my mouth like words
it pours out of me
i wash it down the drain with my tears
like it means nothing
it does mean nothing
is it ironic that red is my favorite color?
or is that destiny?