Roses are red
Your mess is a view
Is it my job to pick up the pieces
I keep missing my cue
Maybe I'm doing something wrong
I'll shut up and give you a day
Baby
I bought me a new thong
But your eyes are still locked away
Baby listen to my song
Have my kids and buy us a home
Look at me with love in your eyes
Spin me around and watch my heart fly
Baby listen to my song
Look at me and put down your phone
Baby
Make me forget that...
Im tired of your mess
Im tired of your additude
Im tired of your one word answers
Im tired of you
Baby
Baby
Im too good for you
Go ahead and fuck that other girl
She's waiting for you
Roses are red
Your mess is a view
Is it my job to pick up the pieces
Im missing my cue
Im missing my cue
Maybe I'm doing something wrong
I'll shut up and give you a day
Baby
I bought me a new thong
But your eyes are still locked away
Baby listen to my song
Have my kids and buy us a home
Look at me with love in your eyes
Spin me around and watch my heart fly
Baby
Be my baby
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The Side Character
PoetryThese are poems, old and new. Hopefully people can relate and feel understood from reading
