What is truth,|
And where should I seek the color?
A strangeness which bleeds no more.
Being blue to you
When you ask for a crimson gaze.
Eyes of passion
Looking forth into future days.
What is the color of tomorrow?
It brings me great sorrow.
Inflict a great pain.
You move on.
In the darkness I remain.
Hurt so deeply.
Push you away.
Pain for you,
Empathy ¾I love you,
I cannot come out to play today.
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