Red was the color of love
And grey was the color of your soul
How did that make sense ?
So full of love but the people around you drain your color.
You give yourself to everyone
Filling their cups to make them whole.
You lend your ears and Surrender your time to their needs
But where were they?
When your soul bleeds ?
When the color leaked from your eyes and gravity held you down?
A little red left, and they made you the clown.
They're the ones having all the fun
At your expense.
They're the ones who made you grey, they're the ones with the gun.
-F
