Guts Core

Deep blades imprinted in my body
Drinking red rose thorns become my hobby
Got the membership of tortured poets department
Done with the real cuts and that is urgent
Actions don't lie, y'all made me so naive right?
Don't blame me for painting myself in blue and gray
I ruined, I do commit real big mistakes, what can I say?
I love being villain, I have the guts to slay with my runway


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