Roses are red, Violets aren't blue. Everything you said, Turns out is untrue. I gave you my love, I gave you my trust. You held clenched my heart, And ground it to dust. The roses are wilting, The violets are dying. Here on my own, No one sees me crying.
Roses are red, Violets aren't blue. Sugar is sweet, And so are you. But the roses are wilting, The violets are dead. The sugar bowls empty, And so is your head.
