Jealousy is grey
It is not red
For red is not dead
Like my heart's decay
Jealousy is grey
It is sad and faded
Although it's agony
It's a tragedy left unaided
Jealousy is not red,
It is not bright and angry
It is dull and boring
It has no flavor, no flurry.
Jealousy is me,
sad and lonely
with no one who's worried
though bleeding out slowly.
Watch my body die
as the feeling subsides
The guilt will consume me
Once again, lonely.
