For my sister
roses are red
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and perhaps so are you
but the roses have wilted
and the violets are dead
the sugar bowls empty
and your wrists are stained red
the sun isn't shining
the sky isn't clear
there's...
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and perhaps so are you
but the roses have wilted
and the violets are dead
the sugar bowls empty
and your wrists are stained red
the sun isn't shining
the sky isn't clear
there's...