Annia Rosa Biography

I know I'm not that old
I know I'm still so young
That doesn't mean I'm not mature
Or that I'm so high-strung
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I once knew a man who knew me quite well
He had curly white hair and a powdery smell
He knew me more than I could ever know him,
And all at once the future seemed ever so grim
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It was a wedding of white
Spattered with red—
The flowers sang celebrations
As the old bell rang
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There's blood on my hands
And it's never enough
There's blood on my hands
And who do I blame?
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That I did her
So will I be done
That I brushed away
So brusquely
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