My hands are smothered in red paint
So pretty yet displeasing
‘Cause only I know what this means
This tainted thought not easing
“Don’t blame it on the boy!” I beg
I scream, I beg, I pray
Oh, now this faithless brat has faith?
How cruel; my world decays.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 9:02 PM UTC
My hands are smothered in red paint
So pretty yet displeasing
‘Cause only I know what this means
This tainted thought not easing
“Don’t blame it on the boy!” I beg
I scream, I beg, I pray
Oh, now this faithless brat has faith?
How cruel; my world decays.