read whom I want dead and you will realize not all roses are red, to be shot in the head, I don\u2019t know the reasons, to these problems that come like seasons, I cry and hate, but in the the end I\u2019m to late, the sun may shine, and there may be a silver line, my words that flow, like melted snow, in the end, fate will not bend, I hate to know, why everything won\u2019t glow, in written memorial, in know fact, thing may change, and that\u2019s a fact, many things will happen in a spectrum of range, I hate to know, why everything won\u2019t glow, hear my flow, and take it to heart, carry it around in a cart, I hate to go, but I will someday, but that\u2019s the flow, like the coming Monday, so I say to you, not all days are blue, this maybe true, the change is up to you.