The Blues
The headlines read:50,000 dead.
Why? War? Flu?
Everybody's got the blues.
If you don't want to hear the news,
keep hitting the snooze.
But there's a secret in these little towns,
Everybody's hiding their face like clowns.
Scars line their arms
There just another false alarm.
The cold metal against their skin,
It's just a safety-pin.
One more cut,
So what?
The blood trickles down,
To cause another breakdown.
The blood flow increases,
The heart beat decreases.
The white tile,
Is now crimson vile.
People put in there two cents,
They don't realize the consequence.
The statistics go up,
As every body drops.
The bodies are covered in scars,
whats the difference between war, flu and scars?
Write love on their arms,
Instead of causing harm.
Everybody's got the blues.
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