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Purple, my nervous, trembling hands,
when you tell me, "that's cool, I just don't understand."
Purple, the blood that pumps through my veins
I can't change its colour yet it's me that you blame.
Purple, the tint of my eyes and my lips
from the way that I see and the way that I kiss.
Purple, the colour that I'm forced to hide
For between red and blue, I just can't decide.
Purple, my heart when you call me sick names,
I promise, it's not for attention or fame.
Purple, the beat that pounds in my ears,
You say it's a phase, but what phase lasts for years?
Purple, and now, do you comprehend?
Because yes, indeed, some colours do blend.
