My heart is at war, the sky is blood-red,
The love that I gave you, almost is dead.
Where is your king, and why does he hide?
Is he asleep, or has he died?

No, he hides behind his walls of stone,
And leaves you to face, the night all alone.
When I find him, I'll bury his lies.
I'll show him that, our love never dies.

Then, when red skies are melting, and soft is the rain,
I'll come back to show you, love is worth the pain.

Love Is Worth The Pain

Ben Platt