Loving him is like driving a new maserati down a dead end street
Faster than the wind, passionate as sin
Ending so suddenly
Loving him is like trying to change your mind
Once you're already flying through the free fall
Like the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all

Losing him was blue, like I'd never known
Missing him was dark gray, all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody
آپ never met
But loving him was red
Loving him was red

Touching him was like realizing all آپ ever wanted
Was right there in front of you
Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the...