Red,
Was coincidence.
Red,
Means pointless.
Not anymore,
Red meant to me.
You are mine.
Red,
Hey Red!
Was pointless.
Every each time mordacious.
To get to you,
Red,
Was death.
Red,
Means coincidence.
Blurry head of mine,
Empty wine above table.
Yeah boy.
Red,
Was coincidence.
Red,
Means pointless.
Each time I saw you,
You were mean to me red,
Absence,
And existence.
You were like,
Mean to me red.
And red mean to me.
From birth till death.
Red, red, red...
You were like.
Red,
Was pointless,
Endless highway to death.
Until red,
Mean to me death.
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