Red, just like blood
And purple, just like a fresh bruise
What will be my new excuse?
To do anything but try
To be calm enough to not disappear
To stay near
And do my best not to cry
When I remember of all the dreams and friends I left to drown
All rotten now
In the bottom of this lake
Well, at least they're happy now
As far away from me as they can be
While I stay locked in my cage
Made from hate and bone
Dreaming of a day
Where I'll be truly left alone
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