Stained Red
If I follow their advices
Won't I end up in the same trench
Third year in a row of saying I got this
But I am not the protagonist
My lips are stained red
Because I can't get out of my head
But the sun isn't shining
For the emeralds and diamonds
It shines for the boredom
For the true love and torture
And if I were to give in
I wouldn't know my stained lips
It wasn't for nothing
Tell me it wasn't for nothing
These memories make me feel something
Nothing else does
So i'll battle my mind until it rests
And see if I can get past this
It's not lost on me
The insignificance
My lips are stained red
Because I can't get out of my head
But the sun isn't shining
For the emeralds and diamonds
It shines for the boredom
For the true love and torture
And if I were to give in
I wouldn't know my stained lips
I was unkind to my best witnesses
Thank you friends for your forgiveness
Took a while to find the importance
In seeing through my own performance
My lips are stained red
Because I can't get out of my head
But the sun isn't shining
For the emeralds and diamonds
It shines for the boredom
For the true love and torture
And if I were to give in
I wouldn't know my stained lips
Won't I end up in the same trench
Third year in a row of saying I got this
But I am not the protagonist
My lips are stained red
Because I can't get out of my head
But the sun isn't shining
For the emeralds and diamonds
It shines for the boredom
For the true love and torture
And if I were to give in
I wouldn't know my stained lips
It wasn't for nothing
Tell me it wasn't for nothing
These memories make me feel something
Nothing else does
So i'll battle my mind until it rests
And see if I can get past this
It's not lost on me
The insignificance
My lips are stained red
Because I can't get out of my head
But the sun isn't shining
For the emeralds and diamonds
It shines for the boredom
For the true love and torture
And if I were to give in
I wouldn't know my stained lips
I was unkind to my best witnesses
Thank you friends for your forgiveness
Took a while to find the importance
In seeing through my own performance
My lips are stained red
Because I can't get out of my head
But the sun isn't shining
For the emeralds and diamonds
It shines for the boredom
For the true love and torture
And if I were to give in
I wouldn't know my stained lips
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Writer(s): Jacob Fleming
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