Red Questions
RED crushed berries on your lips
RED the dawn must rise
RED questions on your fingertips
corrupted by my lies
BLUE I cannot love you both the same
BLUE like consolation's shame
BLUE conscience is my name
and so I realize
BLACK can't go and tell the truth
BLACK can't let love fade
BLACK old love calls from my youth
and new love haunts the shade
Obsession rears its burning brow
I choose you both for then and now
release me for I don't know how,
the choice cannot be made.
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