I see Red.
I see red And nothing else I want to scream Rip the stars to shreds I feel anger More than I can handle I want to hit you And break your ankle I want to tear my skin Apart from my face Sink my nails deep Within my veins I see red But not a poppy one A dark crimson shade Instead of a lovely swan I can't see anything Further than this red Maybe there's something But I don't care.
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