Why'd you think you had a shot?
You don't even talk to him
As he doesn't you
Does he think you're blue?
She's his shade of yellow
Bright
Maybe you're just the night
Why'd you think you had a shot?
Hand in hand they walk
You stop and stare
But you aren't jealous
Just sad
You're not his shade of
Maybe just a navy blue
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YOU ARE READING
Colors
Художественная прозаEverything was red Her hair Her heart Her boy And she saw right through His smiling ploy His false security And jagged lines
