You used to be a such a poor blue boy but now it's get a fucking clue boy, get a grip
jeans rip, knees ripe and hands are ruined, shit, you cry, "this hurts" and only you can hurt right? There's only room in this room for one pitiful bastard and tag its always gonna be you
so you're red, red, red all up in your head until the sun sets i tipped you off i started it im so bad baby bad to the bone and you just can't forgive me im such a sinner golden in my rebellion but aleast I don't think I'm sly, I don't have that shift in my eye, I don't feel the need to spew lies, to hold things over hungry mouths, to take in and take advantage, take take take.
purple to purify, life is better then staying with someone who is committed to destroying themselves.
he was a grey guy, murky and missing important parts and you mistook him for a great guy, look longer next time let the water clear before you jump.
