Sweet Little Rose

Sweet little rose Who wore boys clothes Knew she was different She was laughed at from her choices And every night heard noises Now there was this boy in school Who thought he was so cool Calling sweet little rose a ***** She wanted to disappear She remembered the taunts made Permanently in her brain Hitting from side to side There was no place to hide So sweet little rose Always called gross She had too much soon And went in the bathroom The door locked The tap ran And the white tiles turned red After that the bullies dread Because every night they go to bed Sweet little rose Was the ghost And haunted the last of the lot And the moral of the story here is It doesn't matter who you kiss And if you was to diss The ghosts of them hiss