Anger spewing forth acidity,
I could have done such stupid things...
I could have compromised us all,
I could have given up the world...
I could and can, but won't.
There's blood within my veins
That should belong to someone else,
But spilling it on the wall would be such a waste...
This poetry's not right
I'm putting up a fight,
My wings are turning red
My heartbeat's slowing down
And in the darkest day
I remember who I am.
I remember to not call your name.
I remember to fight for me.
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