Blood is red,
and it’s blue, too.
These roses are dead–
just like your point-of-view.
You’re also dead to me, dear,
in every single way.
Go bury your Valentine’s cheer
in all the mistakes you’ve made.
Blood is red,
and it’s blue, too.
These roses are dead–
just like your point-of-view.
You’re also dead to me, dear,
in every single way.
Go bury your Valentine’s cheer
in all the mistakes you’ve made.
Wow, D!
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🤣😉 Never know how you’re gonna feel.
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