Red for the lovers

White for reality.

I miss her.
But I'm afraid to showit too much.
Affection is weakness.
And need is death.
That's why I act so strange.
That's why I sit seperately sometimes.
Cause I want you to want it.
Want you to want me.
Need you to love me.

I'm lost in a maze.
There's the option of going out the entrance.
Or choosing one of three exists.
But what's over the hedge.
Deepends on how you get out.

I want magic to be real.
I want the happy ending.
I want to be a heroine.

I want a chance.
A chance to be brave.
A chance to be tested.
Tested on the will to live.

Letters are crooked.
Minds out of synch.
Nobody will collide.
So why is there fear of collision?
The fires and bombs and cries of children.
Mock the power of complete obliteration.
Cause that kindness would be oh so sweet.

No more love.
Means no more pain.
No more pain means no more life.
Love is life.
Life is pain.
Love is pain.
Logically, this is correct.
But we have it all wrong.

Those who know can't possibly say.

Colors aren't real. Just a trick of the mind.
That's why black is for joy.
Black and white are all that exist.