Tired blue boy walks my way,
Holding a red girl's hand.
That old, basic bitch left finally.
Now I can take her man.
Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours.
But wasn't he yours before,
If he wanted you so bad?
I listen,
I can't stand her whining.
Where is her blue Blanket now?
Kissing her pink lips seems tiring.
So let me love him instead.
I'm camouflage, and they can't see how blue I am as well.
He doesn't love her.
he should stop lying or her face pretty milky white face.
He looks is tired of this.
Why doesn't he just leave her for me?
Now we are both blue.
Everything is blue except her.
His pills,
Her jeans,
My tears.
She's red though.
Polaroid shows us so.
That's why he stays with her.
But I remember:
he WAS red.
And he liked me because I was Red too.
But he touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky.
Then you decided that purple just wasn't for you.
You left me in the dark mud, while he took a new bright red and pink pretty girl.