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rush, rush, rush

Rush, rush, rush
Rush of blood
Red as a rose
And I don’t appose
It goes through veins
They get stressed when you pull on its reins
Or cut you’re self, and ask for a demand
But u don’t want it to remand
It itches and burns when it heals
Why do I keep making these stupid deals?
I just keep going through too much stress
So cut myself and then there’s blood on my dress
And when it dries it’s as black as night
And every time I do this my body has to put up a fight
My moms says this is to much
Then she yells it’s time for lunch
I don’t like to see my friends’ dead
But I swear all I see is red
Rush, rush, rush





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