BABY
Violets are blue
and blood is red
I always knew
you'd end up dead
You drowned in tears
accidentally
Cut your wrists
on apathy
You jumped …
and landed on your knees
Baby

You practiced
hanging
by a thread
Baby
My almost living
Nearly dead
Baby
From Russia
with a nice roulette
Baby
A matching bullet
for your head
Baby

A set of pills
for every meal
Ten for every
itch you feel
You found reality
could be bent
You checked out
and left for rent
a vacant seat
behind the wheel
Baby

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