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