it's just me
the hurtful feelings I can't skip
you left in time of my needs
and made my red velvet fold bleed
now I locked up
then you realized you messed up
tell me where to go
who has the answers I don't know?
I can't really change
now Hollywood's bleeding
and vampires feeding
right now, I feel my feelings are programmed
I know I'm complicated
my heart is black yet it's black gold
not every one is welcomed to the fold
everything is beautiful
everything is art
life itself it art
but I can't blame myself for being abstract
I stand for fame
and not for shame
all the same
I sign my name -GREY-
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