Red-Eyed

Awkward tears, strange explanations.
A spite of anger that could burn a man alive.
But a heart so cold like the bloody rain.
Maybe's the rain (again), or the long wait for the bus to get home, or pms.

What's love?
A question I can't be asked anymore.
Who has the answer for that anyway?
I'm just a girl who's in love with being in love.