Roses are red,
romance is dead,
every day I suffer from existential dread.
Roses are red,
romance is dead,
every day I suffer from existential dread.
Hey, listen up! You know how roses are red and all that jazz? Well, this ain't your typical lovey-dovey poem. It takes a dark turn real quick! Instead of sweet romance, it's all about existential dread, which is just a fancy way of saying you feel like life is meaningless. And let's be real, judging by your meme choices, you probably spend way too much time pondering the mysteries of the universe instead of, like, doing your homework.