Do it she cried, giggling as the boy kissed her cheek
Do it she yelled crying at the same boy holding a gun to her head
He held the gun to her head
He looked into her eyes
He saw the pain and betrayal as she cried her final cry
I never really loved you he snarled looking away
He pulled the trigger and heard her gasp as she smiled at him in pain
He watched the life leave her eyes
So green and full of love
And that's when he realised
He loved her more than the stars above
He had always loved the colour red
She wore all red to make him see, painted in red,
she lived and breathed the red in all her actions,
but still he couldn't see,
but when she lay in a pool of leaking red,
he saw,
and he knew.
He cried on the red,
when she died on the red.
It dried dark red,
in the light of the moon.
No one knows the truth of her death,
The girl dressed and soaked in red,
None but the boy now dressed in black,
Who loved the colour red,
None but the boy,
Whom she had loved,
With his gun against her head.
None but the boy who loved,
who laughed,
Who lied,
Staring at her face.
None but the boy who lies in her twin grace,
with his bullet in his face
