Bloody knuckles and bad luck
I’ve faults for flaws
Bees for fleas
And you’d best be forgetting my name.
What a shame, what a pain, what’s to blame?
Yes, I’ve got plain Jain, black cat luck in a dump truck life.
Fighting for fun
Scrapes in the sun
I’ve just begun.
Yes, yes, you’d best be for getting my name.
I’ve got cracks in my skull
Holes in my soul
And with a blank check I’ll pay and run away.
I’m a castaway, a stray.
Best believe you’ll never wash me out once I start to shout at the sky.
You could love me if you really tried
But it’s hard to look past torn jeans and kerosene.
A fat lip and a pink slip
Bloody knuckles and a cheat sheet.
I’m a war crime in size nine
A hand me down scowl
A scrapper and a night owl.
Mean streets and tough teeth
With swears for cares.
I’m a thousand ways to destruct and combust.
I’m desensitized to social cues
I’m vacant banter and ruby red shoes.
I mascaraed because I can’t behave
Reylinn
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