roses are red,
violets are blue
my eyes are tired
knowing it all can't be true
roses are red,
violets are blue
I'm filled with dread
and it's sticked like glue
roses are red,
violets are blue
I want it all out of my head
maybe down at my shoes
and so roses are red
and violets are, of course, blue
feelings are better of dead
one of these days, I'll lock them in a box
and not let them through.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
roses are red,
violets are blue
my eyes are tired
knowing it all can't be true
roses are red,
violets are blue
I'm filled with dread
and it's sticked like glue
roses are red,
violets are blue
I want it all out of my head
maybe down at my shoes
and so roses are red
and violets are, of course, blue
feelings are better of dead
one of these days, I'll lock them in a box
and not let them through.
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