Jealousy

People say jealousy is green,
That it's a monster that dwells in you soul, remaining unseen.
I believe jealousy is red,
Like the fervently beating heart that's gone to my head.

People say sadness is blue.
That's not true.
Sadness ain't blue like the clothes that he wears.
It's red, the color of her hair.

I dream at night of the way he held my frame.
With those killer eyes, he lit a crimson flame.
And it burns inside
As she meets his gaze...
And on his cheeks, red blushes through his face.

People say fear is black,
That it's a monster that lurks in the shadows behind your unturned back.
Fear is the color so much more abrupt.
Red is the color of the fear of giving up.

I'm seeing red as their lips gently meet.
And I feel dead as I feel betrayals hellish heat.
It runs through my veins
As I see them there...
Red is the heart in my head and there it remains, like the color of her hair.

People say jealousy is green.
Not for me.
Jealousy is the love we never shared,
And it's red, the color of her hair.