⇢ darling mary, why must i suffer?
i have been good, never been better.
yet, why do you leave me for someone lesser?
someone odd, someone sane,
oh, i ask god, is he to blame?
or was it i, the one you love.
the one ascends into the above.
what is wrong with me that you despise?
is it my face or my sweet apple pies?
you say that red is such an unnatural hue,
but how can i explain that it's special like you?
flowers of red, you call them roses.
same amount of thorns, same amount of doses.
i stir them in with this mix of lies,
please, enjoy, my sweet bloody pies.
