Roses are red.
Violets are dying.
You didn't give me a chance
And I'm sitting here crying.
I can't help but wonder if you even considered me.
Or was I just another leaf blowing in the breeze.
As I sit here in disquise,
I end up drowing in your lies.
No amount of "I'm Sorry" will cure my heart.
You should've given me a chance from the start.
I've got to stop living in the past
Now all you are is a memory, and you're fading f a s
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