I've got a bleached heart,
Faded little engine that'll jump start,
At the thought of love,
But the love is always off-white.
Skin kissed with burn scars,
Heart scared from the lost ones,
Bleach baths for when its all wrong,
Sink low and wash the pain off.
Clean slates are getting kind of lonely,
companionships leave the waters muddy,
gotta keep it clean,
save my heart from trouble.
Porcelain dreams,
love without a struggle.
Shame about the lack of colour,
Red is passion, rage, and pain.
Blue is sorrow, Loss, and tears
White is nothing.
To whoever comes next,
Rip the hear out of my chest,
Paint the whole thing
Red or blue?
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