I still think
About the time
That you called me fat.
And the time you said
You preferred girls
With smaller ****.

And sometimes,
It still hurts
That you implied
I was a *****
And the times you actally said it.

I don't know why I still think
About every awful thing
You've ever said to me.

You forget the poisoned lashes
Right after you spew them.

But unfortunately for me,
I still care.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue
did I actually cry over you?
First time,
Shame on you,
Second,
Shame on me.
now,
I look back,
At our ups and downs,
And im happy im done with you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.

Frank rides his beat bicycle daily
to the store,
saves & begs coins
to get his tall ones,
then sits on the bench
to cool down.
He's actally quite fun to talk with,
knows a lot about history
& building houses.
I can read between his drunken stupor lines.
Somewhere along the way,
the ***** got in the way,
between his wife and him,
then the kids before his
place of employment,
he lost everything,
but his bike,
some spare change
& his cold ones.