
Red
Saw it before I ran
Had to run
It wasn't your red
It wasn't my red
But his crimson red
The last thing he ever painted
His life force now stolen by red
Seared into my brain
Cut deep like the blade you used
Wonder why you smiled
Favorite color ruined
Not my red
Not you red
His red
Used to love you
How could you do this
Why come to me
Why show me
RED
Can't escape
Cant run far enough
Run From the red
Close my eyes to red
Behind bars haunt me still
Your laugh echoes in my head
Did you smile when you did it
Laughed at the red
The way you laughed at me
Run
Away from red
Away from the memory
Away from you



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