Red is the color of blood
It's the color of a rose
It resembles love and life
If it resembles love and life
It resembles hate and death
Love comes with hate;
as life comes with death.
Pain comes with every thing good
But yet we wish for happiness
When we get happiness
we also get hurt because we care too much,
but if we don't care we hurt
We're not robots we cry
The hot tears stream down your face
You hurt until you find another
thing to replace the pain
When you do that thing,
that took away the pain
Will cause pain.
You can live and love
but inside your dead and full of hate.
