Jan 2022
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I’m laying in bed,
And I’m thinking of you.
A knife in the back,
Years down the drain.
Yet you keep coming back,
A fresh round of pain.
Violets are blue.
I’m laying in bed,
And I’m thinking of you.
A knife in the back,
Years down the drain.
Yet you keep coming back,
A fresh round of pain.
