Picking RosesOne by one,Picking Roses
the petals fall, lost to the wind, one and all,
Petal by petal, the roses are gone, they dance onward, into the dawn,
The bush is empty, by the end of the day, all of the roses,
have withered away,
It's a wast of time,
but it's all I've got,
this game of "He loves me,
He loves me not."
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Judgemental people burn.
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Sorry if that offends you
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Sorry if that offends you
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Sorry if that offends you
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