Red - Hamzaa

If the line ever seemed like it was too long to get to me

I was dealing with everyone else first but me

If you ever felt like I was going off the rails

Why didn’t you hold on to me?

I know it’s not easy

Complications turn to hate

And suicidal thoughts, they rain in

And the color of my pain is red

Complications turn to hate

And suicidal thoughts, they rain in

And the color of my pain is red

But I’m making my way back to love

Loving me

But I’m making my way back to love, to love

Loving me

Sometimes as people, we get caught up in lost affairs

And we don’t want to face our fears, for the fear of losing

And the one close to you, we never seem to hear

But they have to loudest cries in the silence they share

Complications turn to hate

And suicidal thoughts, they rain in

And the color of my pain is red

Complications turn to hate

And suicidal thoughts, they rain in

And the color of my pain is red

But I’m making my way back to, back to love

Love, loving me

But I’m making my way back to love

Loving me

Loving me, yeah, yeah

But I made my way back to loving myself