• merry-go-round •

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Roses are red
The sky is blue
Grass is green
Yet so are you

They say you're jealous
That's why you're mean
I guess I believe it
Out of low self-esteem

Since I am judged
I'll just judge you
Because pain is good
Why not for two?

I'm sorry it hurts
But you'll come around
Til death do we part
From this merry-go-round

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