The Blues And The Reds

standing on the beach
with the knife in my hand
no memory of last night
have i lost it again

tried hard not to fail
but the blues got an hold on me
a man reaching out to hold my hand

i'm falling apart again
i lost myself back when
the blues turned to red

mouth moving but no words
skin is turning red
with my face turned away
i´m digging deep
into my damaged goods
it´s like cutting knives
i´m barely holding up
i´m just a puppet at your strings

i'm falling apart again
i lost myself back when
the blues turned to red

noises bring a ghost to me
past closing in on me
the mirror shows me nothing
and nothing is my friend

covered in dirty soil
taking me down this time
Staring into my eyes holding my soul

i'm falling apart again
i lost myself back when
the blues turned to red


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