Roses are red, |
Little miss perfect was flawless as she seemed, though one day she was found, in her room with scars that will forever be engraved. |
Bitter hatred is tainted love, infected bliss becomes a wound and cut. |
We were enemies since the start, and our rivalry grew into something more, because love and hate collided, and we were more passionate, hating each other. |
Ignorance is not only bliss, but a virtue. |
We live to die so we can suffer through pain and retribution. |
The moment that knife touches your skin, and bloodshed penetrates your skin, your tainted for life with deaths hands. |