Touching Him Was Like Realizing All You Ever Wanted Was Right In front Of You...
Memorizing Him Was Easy As Knowing All The Words Of Your Old Favorite Song..
Fighting With Him Was Like Trying To Solve A Crossword And Realizing There's No right Answer...
Regretting Him Was Like You Wishing You Never Found Love Could Be That Strong...
Losing Him Was Blue, Like I'd Ever Known...
Missing Him Was Dark Grey All Alone...
Forgetting Him Was Like Trying To Know Somebody You Never Met...
But Loving Him Was Red...
Oh ' Red...
Burning Red...