When the red is taking over,
And anger fills my mind,
Soon there's blueness I discover,
The sadness that I find.
For within my rage I'm searching,
For more than only ease.
The distress that I'm feeling,
Comes with soulful pleas.
And if I take hold of this colory,
And mix them deep inside,
There is passion where it used to be,
Alone the hatred lied.
For the pain that was added,
It gave me newfound strength.
If I had left my heart-room padded,
I'd never gone to this length.