Blood I paint in red They think it's good Little do they know It's blood... They should The blood from my cuts The blood that I need The blood that I shed The blood that I bleed The shades of red Leak through my cuts The sheets of my bed Stained with blood I'm always second choice You say I'm the best You'd choose them over me It was obvious, I guessed They ask what's wrong I say it's nothing Where did my cuts come from I don't know, I'm shutting You out Of my Head Because If I Let You In You'll Leave Me Alone Like They All Did And I'll die.
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