Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Argue with me
Is all that you'd do.
I hate you, you hate me
Is all that we'd say,
Ever hour and minute
Of every day.
I despised you, I loathed you
With all of my heart.
Your harsh and cruel comments
Tore me apart.
Then one night I found
A note on the floor-
Missing clothes, missing shoes,
A wide-open door.
I dashed through the town
To stop this cruel fate.
But when I arrived,
You were gone; I, too late.
I collapsed on the ground
As it started to rain.
I wondered if I'd ever
Overcome this pain.
Roses will die,
Violets too.
You left before I could say
That I love you.
Violets are blue.
Argue with me
Is all that you'd do.
I hate you, you hate me
Is all that we'd say,
Ever hour and minute
Of every day.
I despised you, I loathed you
With all of my heart.
Your harsh and cruel comments
Tore me apart.
Then one night I found
A note on the floor-
Missing clothes, missing shoes,
A wide-open door.
I dashed through the town
To stop this cruel fate.
But when I arrived,
You were gone; I, too late.
I collapsed on the ground
As it started to rain.
I wondered if I'd ever
Overcome this pain.
Roses will die,
Violets too.
You left before I could say
That I love you.
