driving a new Maserati down a dead end street
Faster than the wind, passionate as a sin,ending so suddenly
is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall
Like the colors in autumn so bright just before they lose it all
Losing him was blue, like I’d never known
Missing him was dark gray, all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving him was red