Losing him is blue like i'd never known
Missing him is dark gray, all alone
Forgetting him is like trying to know somebody you've never met
Touching him is like realizing all you ever wanted was right there, in front of you
Memorizing him is easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song
Fighting with him is like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer
Regretting him is like wishing you never found out, that love could be that strong
Remembering him in flashbacks and echoes, tell myself it's time now, gotta let go
But moving on from him is impossible, when i still see it all in my head, burning red
And that's why he is spinning round in my head, comes back to me burning red!