Blood is red, but mine is white,
You’ve changed its hue, it’s no more red, it’s white;
Emotions flew, now I don’t care for you,
Amity blew, now I’ll not weep for you.

Now I’ve got no feeling, no meaning, no appealing, not sleeping, not weeping for you.
Am feeling less, my blood turned pale,
Look at me, see my plight;
I tried to fight but I did fail,
And this is why my blood turned white,
This is why my blood turned white.

Red care is killed, there’s no colour left in it,
Blood is white and heart is black;
Thick thorns are piercing it,
So what does my blood lack?

It has got no feeling, no meaning, no appealing, not sleeping, not weeping for you.
Am meaningless, you’ve left a stain,
There’s no wrong and there’s no right;
I tried to live but all in vain,
And this is why my blood turned white,
This is why my blood turned white.

Tell me what lacks in my heart?
It’s not beating, not moving, not living, not daring, not caring for you.
Now, do you pity my plight?
Well, this is why my blood turned white,
And this is why my blood turned white,
This is why my blood turned white!