Red Dress
Brain so muddied why am I on trial
Where do I stand what am I fighting for
My stomach is coming up only bile
Feeling used I am humanities whore
Where do I stand what am I fighting for
Two days on this verse and still no progress
Feeling used I am humanities whore
How am I looking in my new red dress
Two days on this verse and still no progress
The world is looking small from my window
How am I looking in my new red dress
I must look the part you reap what you sew
The world is looking small from my window
My stomach is coming up only bile
I must look the part you reap what you sew
Brain so muddied Why am I on trial
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