Dyed Hair, Pale Blue Eyes

My sweetheart, I am sorry
My sweetheart you must understand
I over-indulged on red wine and
tonight I am drunk
tonight I am born again

I wanted to call you
just to hear your voice again
Through my slurred words
I hoped to convey something
something meaningful

Here comes the regret
Here comes the regret
I miss your dyed hair
and your pale blue eyes

I wanted to reach you
I wanted this headache to pass
I needed a reason to cry
but the tears won’t pass
but this wine will help me

Here comes the regret
Here comes the regret
I miss your dyed hair
and your pale blue eyes

For the longest time
I lost my creativity
I could never recall
how you inspired me
But this night is different
tonight I am
something else

The End

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