Goodbye

I shaved my chin for you It dripped dark red blood. So that yours wouldn't burn. I looked into the bathroom mirror Searching for the reason these dark circles appear My eyes are still blue Blue with a yellow ring Pull the tabs of paper Stuck like glue Freshly smooth and smelling of after shave... The overture of an Indian summer Gone on to long I welcome a new winter, I sing along. I won't do it again, this so called Indian summer my friend You're to greedy for my skin