"It's not really poetry, but its pretty," he said. As he raises his voice, she lowers her head. 'It makes my heart heavy, you're lonely, I think. Oh, Rose, you're sad, I suppose.".
You want to suffer and show me you're angry.. Fight with your fists up or call for you mommy.. You want to suffer and show me you're angry.. Spend time alone find a stick in the basement..
"It's not really poetry, but it's pretty," he said. As he raises his voice, she lowers her head.. "It makes my heart heavey, you're lonely, I think.. Oh Rose, you're sad, I suppose.".