Roses are red, the classic cliche you’ve heard so many times. But sometimes it’s nice to hear. When everything's out of order, at least something stays the same. Roses are red no matter what, they will never change for you or someone else. Sure, there's some different colored roses, but those are fake. They’re not the original, loveable red roses. Violets are blue, the one that I hate. Violet is meant to be a purplish color, not blue. That line doesn’t make sense. That represents the thing that’s always wrong in my life. Weather it’s fighting for a girl, fighting these thoughts that don’t shut up, or just the demons in general. Something's always wrong, and it's my job to fix it. Not anyone else’s, mine. I’ll fix this world, with my red, perfect roses and my blue, not so blue, not so right, violets. Roses are red, violets are blue. A cliche that represents my life perfectly.