red prints decorate me
the way face paint can do
the prints even change colors
they slowly turn blue

blueprints hug me
too tight i can't breathe
they even turn yellow
it chokes my belief

the yellow prints are fading
i choose to forget
i don't look in the mirror
it's too early yet

it will start all over
but for now i am free
of the blooming colors
i can't seem to flee

red prints decorate me
the way face paint can do
the prints even change colors
they slowly turn blue

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