Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

Both are now withered black, and dead.

Much like my love for you.

You appear so frail and delicate,
but beneath your pretty petals are your thorns.

Roses are red,
thinking gets dicey.
Speak to a doctor,
before things get too spicy.

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
you found someone special,
who's perfect for you.
Now she's number one,
and I'm down to two,
I'm glad that you're happy
there's not much I can do.
You do things without me,
don't think to ask,
If I'm feeling lonely
is it that hard a task?
I just need a friend
I don't need any more
So please don't ignore me
I feel uncared for.

roses are red
violets are blue
ill never love someone the way i love you

not all roses are red
and violets will never be blue
ive come to realize
that youll never love me the way i love you

Roses may be red,
But I'm always blue.
Someone could show me paradise,
And I'll see a grotesque view.

Roses may be red,
But sometimes I'm blue.
I'm aware of the sunlight,
And I'm slightly warmer too.

Roses may be red,
But I'm feeling less blue.
I've met you, extraordinaire,
A palette of colors, anew.

Roses may be red,
But I'm no longer blue.
You brought paradise to me,
Because paradise is you.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My heart is full
Of love for you.