Red is the colour of envy.
It slathers the floor with what you can't be.
Sending somebody to end me,
You're deadly.

Your lips are smothered in pride,
Assuming the colour of what you can't hide.
You're bleeding on the inside.
It's alright.

Begging for mercy, that's new.
Grasping for forgiveness, that too.
But damn it if it's not true,
I love you.