Loving him is like driving a new.. Maserati down a dead.. end street
Faster than the wind.. passionate as sin.. ended 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 grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met
But loving him was red
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