When you asked me whats wrong, I didnt know what to say. The things Im feeling seem to have no real meaning. Explaination fails me. I sat and held the phone, wishing I could tell you how Im feeling, but the words never came. I sit now with the only word that can come close to my pain. Blue. A day too late, but thats how I felt. Blue. Down in the dumps. No happy, no hope. Just sad. And I had no reason, that I was aware of. I guess I lost control. Control of what? I have no idea. Just know I never meant it to be that way. The minutes we have are so few and I wasted them away. I wish so badly I could turn back time and tell you how I felt. For all the colors in the rainbow, the saddest of them all is blue. Red can be related to anger, fire. Green is associated with jealousy. White can be viewed as purity, yellow is thought of as cowardly. Some people view black as dark or evil, grey sometimes considered dull. But of all the colors in the world, when you called me that night, why did my color have to be blue?