Write it in Red

This was meant to hurt,
But I can't decide whether it was you or me.

So I'm writing our names into my wrist,
But still I can't figure it out.

I can't feel anything much anymore,
Especially not the blade, nor the running blood.

Red's your favourite colour isnt it honey?
I'll send you the blade, in the mail.
Lets see if you like it then.

The address on the envelope is anonomous
Because I don't know who the fuck you are.

I can't pin this pain on anyone,
It seems so scattered.
But somehow its all come together,
To dance around my heart.

And the sea of faces taunts me.
As if they know who it was.

You won't like the colour red anymore.
I swear you won't like it anymore.



Write it in red honey.

Write it in red.