Rose
Beautiful,
but get inside
Smells awful
Mental illness mind
Just going on a eternal ride
The looks might make you blind
if you don't see whats really inside
It might get sharper every time
Watch out, it might just shock your eyes
Or rub off in your mind
And consume in you too
That bad smell will make you say achoo
Yeah that heavy sneeze
Asking, "Alliah, what happened to you?!"
It makes me cry to sleep
Which makes it harder on me
Your wondering what this could be
Yeah, I know I'm crazy
It's ocd
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