Colors - Halsey

She said she likes blue, but I think she fits with pink, the gold rose pink.
She looks like a fervid rose, drunk people
She tightens herself into the deepest space by petal and each petal,
under that vulnerable shield.
She's always sad
And she always said too,
"I want to disappear, to be vanished into air, like nothingness."
She's blue.
I saw everything belongs to her is blue.

As her smile just like the smell of ocean
streaming down on my face
twitsting the closing eyes
I've heard the dropping-tears.

As the tree of the winter
she burdens the wind

Then burning her flesh, with snow 

heartless and careless

As the leaves of autumn,
she's dying
she called me and asked, "Say that you love me. That's enough."
I said, "I love you," and I said, "I love you." Her warm breath was on my face, flowing down from the eyes to my buds. It's salty.
And she said, "I got one hundred pills."

And she said, "I want to die."

And we were laughing, like nothing has happened yet.

And I'm supposed not to feel anything.

Things're just empty. As she has ever existed in my life.

I don't know how much I love her, but It freaks me out. That I may lost her again.

For me, she's blue
For her, she's the gold rose pink
But she'd never be the purple. I think.