I see something red, as red as a rose.
Blooming on my wrist and suddenly all around me becomes pitch black.
My dad once told me to reach for the sky, he didn’t know how short i was.
My mom told me to find true love, she didn’t know that love was never true.
They laugh at me, society i mean.
They’re laughing behind their opera mask, in a play of my long last misery.
Red was never my favorite color, yet i’m wearing a red dress now.
Not a satin, too ugly to be a satin.
Red was never my favorite color.
But from today, with no tomorrow, i sleep in red.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
I see something red, as red as a rose.
Blooming on my wrist and suddenly all around me becomes pitch black.
My dad once told me to reach for the sky, he didn’t know how short i was.
My mom told me to find true love, she didn’t know that love was never true.
They laugh at me, society i mean.
They’re laughing behind their opera mask, in a play of my long last misery.
Red was never my favorite color, yet i’m wearing a red dress now.
Not a satin, too ugly to be a satin.
Red was never my favorite color.
But from today, with no tomorrow, i sleep in red.
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