this is a poem called roses are red roses are red violets are blue i m so fucking glad i m not in a relationship with you bitch one is the loneliest number that you ll ever do two can be as bad as one it s the loneliest number since the number one we were tighter than a miser always kicked it like a miter wherever she resided you could find me right beside her i used to play it down as if i only kinda liked her my flirty little disses made her eyes shined brighter i used to think how the hell did i find her watching as she carefully applied her eye liner mystified by her i was suckered in until she had me dancing to her tune just like the pied piper i was none the wiser blindly in love oblivious to the fact that in time she d switch up and she did switch up proper flipped out always on the war path looking for a big row and i d oblige i mean come i got a big mouth aiming at her high horse tryna knock the thing down eventually i got kicked out but i d rather go back to sleeping rough than with that bitch now one is the loneliest number that you ll ever do two can be as bad as one it s the loneliest number since the number one with the last lass i had things started out casually the type of girl that i would hang around happily i became attached to her ever so gradually then naturally it turned into a fucking shit factory what a catastrophe an absolute mess a new mrs with a bag of new stress some times i had an attitude yes but when im treated l like a mug that s what you have to expect jealousy scrutiny stressing me stupidly messing with my head til it affected me musically i can t explain the nightmare that it grew to be what a huge relief to be away from that lunacy usually i m really not the type of guy to hold a grudge i know that falling out of love is part of growing up but when ya ladies acting crazy like she s smoking dust ya better being on ya 1 s cos 2 can be as lonely trust  one is the loneliness number that you ll ever do two can be as bad as one it s the loneliness number since the number one