Roses are red,
Daisies stink,
I’m about to,
Tell you what I think.
You're using me,
It’s not very nice,
Why don’t you go,
And get a life.
Don’t you think it doesn’t hurt,
Don’t you think its mean,
Every time I see you now,
I just want to scream.
Now that you have done this to me,
I now know what you do,
I’ll tell everyone about this,
And tell them I HATE YOU