Roses are red,
My car was blue.
I only bought it,
So I could kill you.
The moment I hit you,
There was a loud thud,
The entire windshield,
Was covered in blood,
I couldn't see anything,
The windshield wipers were stiff,
I drove my new car,
Straight off a cliff.
While you were unconscious,
And stuck to the car,
We plummeted down,
And we went pretty far,
We landed soon,
On a street made of bricks,
And while you died immediately,
My car could be fixed.
And through this whole thing,
I always knew,
My car had always been,
More important than you.
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