Why? Just Why
Roses aren’t red
Violets would never be blue
My heart would be yours
But you treated me like trash
I already knew that I could never be yours
So, I felt like a giant pile of Ash
After that my heart was shatter in Two
Now until forever I will still love you
Your eyes are stars in the beautiful night sky
Without you I will never fly
That wonderful voice of yours is my lullaby
Never in your arms shall I lie
I will do my best to never make you cry
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