Roses are red and violets are blue,
I’ve run out of violets, for the violets were you.
Since the roses turned black the flowers have died,
You left me on my doorstep, you saw that I cried.
But lilies turn yellow when the sun is shining bright,
And maples grow tall and they’ll reach great heights.
Clovers are lucky giving hope day after day,
And I find myself smiling as we go our separate ways.
Tulips are beauty mixed with mystery and fear,
As you wander there hopeless for I’m no longer here.
Roses are red and violets are blue.
I’ve run out of violets for the violets were you.
But now that you’re gone, I can finally run free,
I’m sorry you’re lost, I’m sorry you couldn’t see.
There’s now a part missing that you couldn’t see,
That your only weakness is me.