Coming Your Blues

Often have I spoken the words of truth
Never have they sacrificed my innocence of youth
You came by, threatening my life to be dull
Contemplating with moral; crushing my skull

I am not bound to your sacred rules
They who are must be red-eyed fools

For my spirit is free, never to be
Victim of you, even when blue

Goodbye must be spoken quick
Before you catch me with a dirty trick
Consider me dead. My veins are running;
With imagination and love so stunning
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