Code red

“Code Red!” she screamed
As the gun fell from her hand
“i don't deserve this
Go away, let me be by myself for awhile.
What have i done? i'm so lonely.”

She rages in an unpadded room for the thrill
“i hate you! get the hell out!
I didn't mean that.
I hope you stay for awhile.
Do you forgive me?
Fuck you－cover it up.
I didn't mean that.
I'm sorry－i go crazy sometimes.
I love you so much.
I hate you, cover it up.
I didn't mean that.
I don't know why you put up with me.
Get out of my life.”

Code red: two words
That sum up our lives sometimes
A panicked sense we all know.
No one takes the blame.
No one deserve the blame.
It's just something that happens.