my head against a wall
Washing out all of the red hair dye
Reminded me of my bathroom tiles
I can't stand too look at that color
Red is an angry color
But it goes much deeper than that
The hatred I have for myself
For everything I lost
I don't hate one bit of it
I just hate that it's all my fault
I only wanna see that crimson when I feel I deserve it
only to look and feel as a reward
I'm keeping our blood as a trophy
I'd save it all in viles
But they're already filled with stale emotions
Feelings that I thought where behind me
Live in tiny glass bottles
