my lips are red (means passion and love)

see, there's something odd about being 'unique'

or whatever synonym pleases you

everybody wants to be different and nobody i relate to can relate to me

and being a stereotype of breaking stereotypes

the sky is blue because light scatters; why is blood red?

red symbolizes love and passion

and speaking of those is what makes me bleed

do you think people know when their words cut you?

do you think if they knew, they would continue?

there's supposed to be a correct way to vocalize but maybe i am tone deaf

a reputation sticks with you and you can hold your breath

but everyone's prepared to breathe for you

and passing out would be better than being here

nobody just lets your lips fade from red to blue

i've never worn lip-stick; it's like only my lips are red

i'm waiting for the day i attend that class

where i learn what everyone else has

i have learned to find joy in little things

like a pretty cloud or some crows on the streetlight

because a consistent source of serotonin is shameful.

what is the sky? one could say it's just the air

and that would make sense because i feel like it's always around me

then, is nobody else really breathing?

where do i live that you don't? why is everything i understand wrong?

aren't i so damn special? i've never met a single person who can understand me

why was that only me?