"Red Rain Pt 1"
By Arcassin Burnham
Peanut butter cookies on my red roses
Too many vices for all your excuses,
Sue me for not liking any of my coaches,
I'm hoping,
That you give me the tools that I need
To succeed,
My heart is not filled with greed,
But this is too damn depressing,
I need something to fulfill the needs,
Swear I'll never know what heaven means,
Where the truth resides,
**Blowing smoke in the air where**
**The red rain hides**
In your mother's eyes,
**Blowing smoke in the air where**
**The red rain hides**......
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