Fuck Them Roses
You were my punching bag, now I’m yours.
Fuck Them Roses
Every time I buy you roses
You poke me with the thorns
I get it tho... forgive but don’t forget
It’s inevitable
Roses don’t mean much
But you do
Voodoo .... I’m in your hexagon
And I feel you from every angle.
Thankful...\nEveryone doesn’t get redemption..
So I brought you these roses
Enjoy
