Roses are red,
Violets are blue
I guess I was a fool to believe
It’d always be me and you
There’s never a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
Maybe because we never reach the end of the rainbow,
Same way we say that we’ll be together til infinity,
We’ll never get the gold at the end of infinity because, as much as I’d hate to imagine this, we were never always end game.
You were nothing but just a fantasy,
Loving you was like holding a shooting star,
The longer I chose to love you,
The more I knew this breakup would devour me.
Now I’m writing our last chapter,
And I don’t know how it ends,
But one thing I do know is lovers don’t end up as friends.
Roses are not always red,
And violets are not blue,
And even through the pain, I’ll stumble along
But I’ll learn to grow