Roses are red
Violets are blue
I really really like you
Because my heart is dead
Yes I know that you are my friend
Since my school years
I always stayed as a friend
I always listen with my ears
But I am always a fiend
Because all I want is my heart
To be revived by a demon
Also I am on my knees pleading
For my heart to come back
By a demon attack
So I was wondering
Can you please go out with me?
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