Lover and happiness. For red is hurt and sorrow That will continue tomorrow And for all those days after. Red, red the color of red. Red, red is all she dreads.
Red…
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Red, red the color of red. Red, red is all she dreads. Red, red if falls from her chest Down to her feet Till she’s on her knees Kneeling in her pain of red. She looks at her chest And watch as the red Drips from the wounding of her heart Into the puddle of red that sits beneath her. Red falls from her eyes As she cries All the hurt that is inside. She can’t help but take the pain That will always remain the same. For red has taken over her soul. Never will it be back To the colors Of joy and wonder.
Lover and happiness. For red is hurt and sorrow That will continue tomorrow And for all those days after. Red, red the color of red. Red, red is all she dreads.
Lover and happiness. For red is hurt and sorrow That will continue tomorrow And for all those days after. Red, red the color of red. Red, red is all she dreads.