lemonade
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Lying on the floor
My hands wrapped around my throat
Face rapidly red
Tears flowing a watery blue
Heart is nonstop pacing
Sickened of you
I don't know what it is I'm trying to do
My lips are sugar, but my tongue is sour
So I guess my words are lemonade.
My heart is a flame but my body's a flower;
I'm on fire, but that's how I'm made.
