Blue or red?

Blue or red?

You pick blue
And you blame me for the things I do.

It's not my fault that we can't pay the rent.
It's not my fault that you can't be a gent.

But you are the one who turns me into something blue.

Is something that I can not understood...

You hurt me on places
that others can't see the traces.

I am tired of wearing all these different faces.

I want to be red.