Roses are red,
Daisies stink,
Iím about to,
Tell you what I think.

You're using me,
Itís not very nice,
Why donít you go,
And get a life.


Donít you think it doesnít hurt,
Donít 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,
Iíll tell everyone about this,
And tell them I HATE YOU