I don't give a fuck about the rose
I only came here for the thorns
She's screaming as she tears out my throat
Going somewhere where the weather's warm
I don't give a fuck about the rose
Looking at the words that I wrote
You've got the gall to call this garbage prose?
I let you put your hands on my throat
Written by Wylie Vasquez Cable 2022
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