You made of the places that have affected you
You carry them with
They're pinted on the blank of the canvas
on the back of your mind
Who are you inside red rooms
You untie a face to choose
Love to try on who you are without dark rooms
Too young to lose it, bored of collecting years
Putting your foot in
Rub your eyes, capture the memories
Don't lose the pieces
Who are you inside red rooms
You untie a face to choose
Love to try on who you are without dark rooms

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