He likes the color red And he makes me cry when I think about him 'Cause he has what I'll never have 'Cause he is content He wears a big smile on his face And he makes me wish I could be something great But greatness feels so far away Still he is content I used to wear a suit of armor But all it did was make me ache And now I'm vulnerable and I have had enough Of being someone I'm not Being someone I'm not Now Sundays still feel like a sin If I stop for too long all the worries rush in He loves who he loves and I think That he must be content Our kiss is a slap to the face Of my teenage self who's still shying away But greatness feels closer today I am nearly content I used to wear a suit of armor But all it did was make me ache And now I'm vulnerable and I have had enough Of being someone I'm not Being someone I'm not So if he likes the color red And if he makes me cry when I think about him Then he has what I will never have 'Cause he is content