Broken on the ground,
Rainbow blood pours out your veins,
Your life almost gone.
From the building top,
Onto the cement below,
I wonder one thing:
Was it a mistake?
Were you really the bad guy?
Why did I push you?
Maybe I was wrong,
I'm sure now you were correct,
Too late to fix this. . . .
Good bye
Rainbow blood pours out your veins,
Your life almost gone.
From the building top,
Onto the cement below,
I wonder one thing:
Was it a mistake?
Were you really the bad guy?
Why did I push you?
Maybe I was wrong,
I'm sure now you were correct,
Too late to fix this. . . .
Good bye



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