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
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