anything but cliche

roses are red

violets are blue

sugar is sweet

if only you were too

 

youve sreded my heart 

like it was paper thin

you crumpled my soul

like a can made of tin

 

chances all blown away

along with my being

it just took so long

to finally start seeing

 

now im done with your games

i am not a toy

why am i wasting my tears

on an insignificant boy

 

now he roses are wilted

the violets are dead

im washing you out of my hair

getting you out of my head

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