Its everyday,
I bleed.
I bleed in color.
And everyday,
Is forever.
Forever conflicted.
It feels so cold,
Since I've lost my hold.
My soul is sold.
People say I can sing,
Not sure what they mean.
Maybe I roar.
I've justified myself.
So I say what I'm going to say,
I'll do what I came to do.
Don't worry though,
Its only a lifelong scar.
Its justified.
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