Did I hurt you?
What was worse?
When I turned blue?
We'd always argue
I see we are diverse.
Did I hurt you?
I thought my time was due,
and I wanted to curse.
Did I have time, before I turned blue?
Have you no virtue?
Shall we disperse?
But did I ever hurt you?
I was never untrue,
but somehow things got worse.
Was it when my skin turned blue?
Black dahlias surround me like an unjust hue,
and I cry into oblivion while the darkness begins to immerse.
Tell me, did I ever hurt you?
No, but yet, you turned my skin blue
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