A love once lost, so much for a heart of red.
In it's future painted black, or the color of dead.
Positive and negative, red and black.
A good path to go down, or the one that you turn back.
A heartbroken love that makes you think
It spills into your mind like permanent ink.
Clearing your thoughts of every way
With a part left in your brain that you'll never replay.
It plays a part called "Love to lust"
Which washes away by the morning dusk.
Cleansing your mind from what you saw.
Leaving your memories to die so raw.