Red

This is a study on manipulators and the twisted games they play with us. I hope you can relate.
– trendkiller

I knew what you were about
When you told me your favorite color was red.
There was a time I would stoop to your level
For fear I would be left alone.
Loneliness turned to be better than you,
But just you try telling me that
Head over heels, no, it’s head under heel.
With my teeth on the curb of the street where I followed you home,
You should’ve left me alone.
You should’ve smashed my skull when you had the chance.
Now I creep through the fog like a stalker with time on their hands
And more information than I should’ve been allowed to obtain.
I don’t know where this is going,
So that means it’s gonna go anywhere I want
Because that’s what I do.
I manipulate everything from the start until the end
Just enough to make me feel the rush –
Love – hate – pain – sacrifice,
All these emotions in one conversation
Feel to extremes because I can’t feel less.
I hate to love myself; I love to hate myself.
Everything is all about me …
Me and the color red.
Oh hell, it could be any color
Just let me in and I promise I’ll never get out.

trendkiller