I used to love the shade of red,
My lipstick, my dress and scrunchie in my hair.
But as I've grown, my colours fade,
Now the only red I see drips from my skin.
I thought I'd always be a vintage queen,
I'm stuck here feeling like a modern nightmare.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 9:54 PM UTC
I used to love the shade of red,
My lipstick, my dress and scrunchie in my hair.
But as I've grown, my colours fade,
Now the only red I see drips from my skin.
I thought I'd always be a vintage queen,
I'm stuck here feeling like a modern nightmare.
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