Yellow turns red
I can't cross the street ahead,
Blue turns black
I'm out of line and stuck.
This crony had a risky path
That I can't solve with math,
Thus the truth hurts
And I don't want to be slurs.
Paper slash cuts down
Blood came out in the thorns of crowns,
I know I'm afraid
And this only crony that you aid.
I knew your with somebody
But I plunge within this thee,
I felt ashamed with myself
Let me fall within this cliff.
I want you to feel happy
And not to feel guilty,
Coz I started this shitty
And start slowly to not clingy.
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