Will you give me a cloak the color of your blood I need it to hide all the cuts on my back From all the times I turned away To go a better way Now I'm paying the price The price for not choking them out
Will you find me a mask the color of baby blue I need it to hide all the hues of my lips From all the times I held my breath To not say a word Now I'm paying the price The price for not cutting them down
If you ask I'll tell you why I change so many colors How all the madness has stooped towards me Why there is none besides me in the woods Of my mind around my soul If I'm there I don't have to worry or care I won't have to pay the ultimate price
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