black, blue, purple and green
all these colors dont mean a thing
i see them all day
i see them all night
all over my body left over from the fight
Red, yellow, orange, and pink
all these colors dont mean a thing
i see them all day
i see them all night
poping these pills trying to end my life
i see them all day i see them all night poping these pills trying to end my life (isabel grossbart......) poet must write with support
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Well that is not what I thought it would be, sorry. Read mine - Bloom of Youth - Adeline