Roses are red. Violets are blue.I get all nervous when I think about you. But I can't get you out of my headabout what we went through.I can't forget what you saidI do not know if it is true. Did you mean it when you said you wanted me deador am I just being lied to?So now I am sitting on my bedthinking about what to do. How do I get you out of my head?What am I supposed to do?What about all the tears I shedthinking about you?So now this is my goodbye note to youI'm really going to miss you…Goodbye