Roses are Red,
Violets aren\'t blue,
I always wan\'t to Cry When I think about you.
Your name a sour poison.
your wound burned deep.
I try so hard not to dream of you when I Sleep.
You did me wrong,
You left me Sorrow
but why do I know I\'ll think of you tommorow
I\'m hollow
So empty
I\'m weak
Your the one to blame
you.
You made me like this.
But
One thing i\'ll never miss
One thing i\'ll never forget
Your violets were still never blue
Your Roses were always dead.
Your thorns Cut me deep.
Should have listened to the voice
when it warned me you were a wolf
Acting as a sheep.