White and Red

Freedom isn't free
Nobody tells you
Unfortunately
Nobody tells you freedom is more bitter than sweet

I was dragged into the cold

And now I'm alone

Singing notes formed into chains inside my soul

A sour symphony relenting, embedding in my bones
Metal digging holes into the hole that used to be my heart
Now turned to stone

It's white as snow

Just like the bitter winter sky was

The day that we were no longer us

Chiseled away by hands not my own
But yours

The master artist, my puppeteer

Oh what a canvas you've painted with my blood and tears

So sorry my sweet, does the red not wash away?

As if it would, even if I stayed
The color of betrayal doesn't fade

Quite different is the color of betrayed

This color will fade into the grave