Apr 2019
Roses are red, Violets are blue,
They say it's addicting;
Now I know it's true.
But the roses are wilting;
The flowers are dead.
My hands are shaking;
And my hips are lined red.
They say it's addicting;
Now I know it's true.
But the roses are wilting;
The flowers are dead.
My hands are shaking;
And my hips are lined red.
