Each one reminds me of all the trouble I've ever been through
This one here is for each time I cried over stupid things I'd do
The red one on the left is deeper 'cause it represents
Every time I'd reminisce over all the time we spent
I made sure that one would hurt more so I'd learn how to let go
'Cause now the cool thing is 'in with the new, out with the old'
I'll prick myself again when I think of how you'll be making room
Forgetting all our memories for someone else's, and quite soon
Maybe I'll use a white one so I could feel a bit more pure
I'll drive the green one deepest for the envy I've endured
Pins and needles have become my only way to cope
I've wasted all of my white thread, and with it, all my hope
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