My heart is red,
My eyes turn blue.
Sometimes my head's -
Pain is acute.
When my sights are set,
On such life; that's you.
No flowers by the bed,
No more squeezing tubes.
Let such words paint instead,
At least my verses have cues.
Aren't we the reb-
-els without a cause; who -
Are we to live with hands -
Tied together under the moon?
There's nothing left to be said,
Other than simple, "I love you's."
I guess I'll say my heart is red,
My eyes turn blue.
When I jump - be my pad,
As my love falls for you.