Red
Embracing the Colors of Loss: Bosnian Rainbows' Red
Lyrics
Winter leaks inside my skin
Winter's coldness seeps deeply into my being
Into the open womb, my open womb
Symbolizing vulnerability and exposure
The feeling is mean and full and red
The sensation is intense, raw, and passionate
No matter how hard I try it makes no sound
Efforts to express it yield no result or voice
Summer breaks into my pores
Summer's warmth infiltrates my essence
Into these holes I once knew well
Penetrating familiar but changed spaces
They once were strong
Once sturdy aspects have weakened
The matter is gone and non persistent
The substance has vanished, not enduring
The more I try to feel the less realistic I become
Struggling to experience diminishes reality
All feelings I have for red are dead
Emotions tied to 'red' have ceased
Are dead, are dead and lonesome
Emphasizing the loneliness of this absence
All feelings I have for red are dead,
The affection for 'red' is extinguished
You're dead to me, to me, to me
A declaration of emotional detachment
Fall fears the likes of me
Autumn dreads or fears an aspect of the persona
Even when the solar moon lets go of you
Even when released by a significant influence
The feeling is mean and full of black
The emotion is harsh, dark, and profound
No matter how hard I try I can't look back
Unable to revisit the past despite attempts
All feelings I have for red are dead
Emotions tied to 'red' have ceased
Are dead, are dead and lonesome
Highlighting the desolation of this absence
All feelings I have for red are dead,
The fondness for 'red' is extinguished
You're dead to me, to me, to me
Expressing a complete emotional disconnection
Walking on your grained path
Navigating a path marked by your influence
Searching for your mind
Seeking your consciousness or understanding
Feeling once forgotten
Rediscovering feelings once abandoned
Loving you has died
The love once felt is now deceased
Spring kisses all my thoughts
Spring revitalizes my thoughts and being
These strands of memories invading us throughout life
Recollections intertwining our lives
All feelings I have for red are dead
Emotions tied to 'red' have ceased
Are dead, are dead and lonesome
Stressing the desolation of this absence
All feelings I have for red are dead,
The attachment to 'red' is extinguished
You're dead to me, to me, to me
Expressing complete emotional disconnection
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