Cold. I'm so, so cold
My Blood is so bold.
You had Cocaine for sale
My lowest point, is Your avail.
The rush is what I needed
My sobriety is now conceded.
I was doing so well.. Wasn't I?
No one notices how hard I try..
But now, I just want to die.
This Crimson is my lust
But, My blade will rust.
Keep it clean, keep it hidden
I feel like I'm bed ridden.
I'm getting so damn cold
But I'm not the one You hold.
My sight is fading away
I can't stand without sway..
My balance is failing me
But no one can even see.
No one can see blood drops
And I'm not One who stops.
That perfectly cut, white line
Will help me at least feel fine.
Feel amazing for a while
Then line more and "smile."
Throw on that fake face
Can't keep the fake pace.
Some know how I'm feeling
My will to live is reeling.
I'm so fucking cold, please
Help me find my keys.
I want to go for a drive
Maybe even a car dive..
This Blood is so addicting
This life is constricting..
I'm only numb now, I'm not cold
That pool of Blood is mine, behold.
I found my old "crutches"
The things no one touches.
Crimson Colors and Cocaine
This Fucking Hell is My domain.
I'm fading and falling
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Now I'm the Jester's Frown..