White and red don't mix neither does happiness with my life but fate don't care they'll just leave me here let's hope I welcome death with no final fear you see no one really cares but when your six feet under your finally free from depression and reality and I show the signs I show the weakness yet no one can see my sickness scars on my wrist aren't something you can really miss I mean come on the blood on my arms you know you notice yet you don't care I bet you wish i wasn't even here on your doorstep screaming out loud your biggest fear that others crowd but I don't care they should know you don't love me they should know you didn't care I guess I should just do what's excepted and die to finally escape reality. As I said white and red don't mix but if i wear a white jacket like it happens real quick
