Roses are red, violets are blue,
sugar is sweet, and I once thought that you were too.

But lately you've been changing, and pulling me into the dressing room
And you've been acting oddly too. Sometimes I wonder if I'm crazy, but it's really true.

There's no such thing as perfection. We've always loved you as you were.
But as you continued to change yourself, the true you remained a blur.

I had just lived around it, that was until the other day.
When you had tried to change me, and I watched in dismay.

You said no to doing this, and doubled up on that.
You dictated my life, and repeatedly called me fat.

And because you couldn't accept me I am turning away from you,
I'm sad that I lost you, but happy knowing my days of disloyalty to myself are through.