Red

Red is the color of roses
Like the ones you gave to me
Red is the color of fruit
The ones on the apple tree
You climbed way up there
Just to get me one
We waltzed around with no music
Until the day was done

Red is the color of blood
In which I cut myself
Red is the color of ripped photo
High upon my shelf
I ripped you out of that photo
Using the strength of my tears
I solemnly swore that I'd never love again
So quiet that no one could here

You called the next day
Trying to explain
But I just hung up the phone
And left you hanging
Like you did to me
But I'm not mad
I just hope
That you're sad

What we had together
Was something that was true
But now I'm telling everyone
To just hate you