Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some days are bright
And some days are gloom.
When night comes
I feel alone
It's a terrible feeling
I think I would rather be bone.
You left me to die
All by myself
I feel like a doll
Alone on a shelf.
You told me you loved me
And you would never leave
But now you're gone
And all I want to do is bleed.
I try to hold it in
But it's hard for me to bear
You told me you would never leave
But I guess you didn't care.
It is over now
I have done what I think is right,
I don't see anything
But a very bright light.

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