Wear Your Fucking Colours

Ahahaha!

“It’s about time that another angry piece came along”

I say to myself as you flip through these pages

Where my insides have been gutting by every single song...

I write this in blood because I don’t hide who I am

And you disguise yourself in pencil so you can easily change

Your words can be erased

I don’t even want to see your face

Try to bullshit me you thought that you could

But I found out and you never imagined I would

And now I stand wading through quite the mess

Maybe I will gather all of the lungs and make a pretty new dress

A dress which reminds people of what it’s like to trust

You over infatuated little girl

Now aren’t you such a tart?

Around my neck, your eye will be my pearl

Held up by the strings that once connected your heart

You wanted love?

Ill fucking show you love…

Love is the blood as it smears across this page

It’s thick and still a little warm, but resistant to age

Love is the colour I wear.