Red, the color of passion
Red, the color of hate
Red, the color of pure blood
Red, the color of a curse
Outcasted by the world,
His body is my hearse
true love promises that it will always wait
But how long is forever our love just isn't the same
Should I give into what my body so guiltily desires
Let him gently kiss my neck and set my legs on fire
Is it wrong that I can't bring myself to truly be with him
I'm just scared to love this kind of man, to be cursed by red, condemned
Is God testing me
Is this a joke
Some sort of drawn out plan?
Or do you seek to torture me by never allowing me to love this man?
But he's worth it I know he is
Through all the times we've shared
But what happens lord, that one day
When his sickness wins and he's dead.
And I'm left alone on a cold night just thinking to myself
How the color red could be so evil and rip away my hope.