i never want to know my future,
i know i am going to be a desperate woman
crying for help in past midnight
faking smile in front of everybody
looking at you from the distance
cutting myself in a red night
and for me,  every night
is red,
and red is your favorite color.

do you remember when i gave you a red smile?
you liked it, a lot.
and do you remember when i gave you all of my red heart?
you ignored me after that.

please try to change yourself,
and me.
**i don't want to be a desperate woman.