You crossed out your eyes
In a blush of shame.
You had an itch to keep scratching.
A sweet-tempered personality
Is always mournful.
Your cheeks blossom cherry-colored.
Complementary, out-dated medicine,
So convenient and temporary.
Take a sample as an example for
The bullet resting in your skull.
Your expression's blue.
You're cold as smoke.
I can't help you out of your life.
My words are outdated and low.
I've spent to years on suicide watch.
Save this feeling!
I know you're strong.
Just hold on a few more days
And you'll be okay.
Writer(s): Eric Eaton
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