Is it your nature to be kind, or just the hand of your raising? I didn't know you before I met you, and I don't know if I know you now.
It was in the morning when you left, after a night of talking nonsense. I hated for you to leave that way but I watched you go nonetheless.
Now I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor. Full of loaded words and nothing I ain't heard from you before.
Should I have followed you out the door? Instead of holding it all open. Like the way that you held me not so long ago.
I wear my cards on my sleeve, but you leave yours in the shadows. Looming so deep and in darkness do you think that I could see?
Now I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor. Full of loaded words and nothing I ain't heard from you before. I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor, And I'm not sure how I should write you anymore.
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