stains

Her taste stains my lips
But it only takes a few sips
To forget her face
Or how he hair was like lace
The wine grows sour
But all it is is will power
I wont look into her eyes
I will forget her lies
She can ask for one more kiss
Even if i know she will miss
The red wine
Looks like the blood of mine
I'm going to forget the way she said she loved me
And i will find a way to take back the key





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