Roses are white
not always red...

I thought I had moved on
thought I was sure...

Yo momma is like a vacuum cleaner..... she sucks...
Yo momma so old her social security number is 1...

Closed out of glory
Closed to fame...

I see how you ignore me
when you see me in the hall...

She opens the window
and looks to the sky...

On the cliff of distinction
of right or wrong...

She hides it too well,
all her pain an stuff...

For the hundredth time we\'ve reached this road
and now I\'m telling u this s h i t is getting...

Please read Cry part 1 first
You thought I wasn't over you...

I thought it was over,
I thought we said our goodbyes...

Once upon a time
a boy and girl met...