Roses are red violets are blue, You are my mom and I needed you but hey, I guess its fair you were never there and I learned to just not care but still, Roses are red.
Parents fighting babies crying sissy is there just to take care. Mommy and daddy fighting the only hiding spot is under the covers with comfort of each other but still, Roses are red
Breaking of glass, shattering of mirrors, but still, Roses are red
Needles here needles there YOUR child hood is barbies, puppies, sunshine galore, diamond, lullabies, and mommys soothing voice MY child hood is needles, yelling, breaking of glass, and at the least NO soothing voice.. But still, Roses are red..