Black.
It coats my nails,
coats my hair,
but most of all,
it coats my heart,
but all of that changed when I met you.
My nails went red,
the same as my lips,
but you couldn't change my heart.
You never said "I love you,"
just like everyone else.
You may have me wearing red,
but on the inside where I'm dying,
it's all turning black.
