Why do you love me too much?
Why does my touch have to be so heavy?
Why do you fear for your life?
And does it matter?
Why when I look at purple do I see red?
The blues are fine but here come the mean old meds
I wish that you were different and I was dead
I do take comfort in pride
I'm really good on the inside
My skin might bleed, my eyes might cry
But when you hit me I won't run and hide
Why when I look at purple do I see red?
The blues are fine but here come the mean old meds
I wish that you were different and I was dead
My daddy he once said to me
To avoid catastrophe
Love somebody like you love yourself
Put up with the dark disease
And the stupid thought police
Try hard to put up with yourself
Why when I look at purple do I see red?
The blues are fine but here come the mean old meds
I wish that you were different and I was dead
