by Sami O'Toole
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Let's cut the crap,
before I kick you with my shoe.
Honestly,
it isn't worth the tears.
You have survived perfectly
all these years.
You don't need a man
so don't pretend—
just 'cause you can—
that he will be your friend.
You know he won't.
He will use you and be done.
Fall into his trap, oh know you won't!
You should never let him have his fun.
So run,
far away,
until you reach the sun,
where you will stay
Safe
And
Sound.
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