Red

Red like the blood on your hand,
After you've cut one too many times,
Again.
Softly the wind whispers by,
Leaving you with the memory of a screamed lullaby.

Hush little baby,
Time to cry,
Silent tears to run down your cheeks,
Will anyone stop to see what those crystalline drops are,
That run so freely down your face?

Red like the blood running onto the snow,
Why it's gushing out,
I really don't know.
I tried to contain it,
All the pain,
Keeps me from sleeping,
Drives me insane.

Scream me a lullaby,
In the rain,
When soft breezes turn to sleet,
And joy turns to pain.

Red like the pain running down your hand,
Red like the blood on the snow,
Scream me a lullaby,
And rock me to sleep,
Talk about red,
About black and blue,
Talk about the things that only I ever knew.

Red like my eyes,
When the morning arrives,
Red like the blood on your hand.
Scream me a lullaby,
About pain,
Talk to me like you also thought the same.

It's alright to believe,
That the red will deceive,
They'll think that you've gone,
They'll leave you alone.
Don't forget the red paint,
Metaphorically is real,
Remember the pain,
That emotionally I still feel.