These drops of blood drip onto the floor,
They colour my carpet and paint my wall,
My red room is only for my eyes to see,
When I show someone they just worry about me,
I never close my eyes in fear of drowning,
I'm always so tired, my eyes are always straining,
Locked away in my little red room,
Slowly but surely I'm bleeding to my doom,
Thereâ
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