It stains
There's a contradiction of beauty and destruction
In the makeup streaming alongside your tears
And the fine lines drawn across your arms
The red drips from the silver
Staining the clean white
And turning ivory into blue
The red stops falling
The blues turned purple
And the silver hits the white.
In the makeup streaming alongside your tears
And the fine lines drawn across your arms
The red drips from the silver
Staining the clean white
And turning ivory into blue
The red stops falling
The blues turned purple
And the silver hits the white.