Alls fair in love and war as they say.

Her name was Rose, she was about 15.
His name was Mark, he was almost 17.
Rose was born in a calm sweet neighborhood,
Mark was raised in a town that was not so very good.
When Rose was discouraged, she would run to her father,
Whe poor Mark got upset, nobody even attempted to bother.
All her friends said she was sweet and fun,
Mark wasnt called anything for he had none.
She was innocent and nieve,
He was dangerous and didnt care who he made grieve.
Rose saw Mark and her heart began to flutter,
Mark saw Rose and his went soft like hot butter.
She was going to try to change him, no matter what,
He was going to try to change for her, but.....
What Rose didnt know was that Mark had quite a temper..,
What Mark didnt show was what he couldnt remember.

They had been together for about five months.
Rose was in love and Mark was in lust.
She flirted one day with one of his friends,
That I dare say was her end.....

They found her body two weeks later,
Deformed and twisted looking, death had made her.
Sweet and fun she was no more,
After those last moments when he walked through her door.
HE screamed and shouted at her that she was no good,
She was terrified but until the end, her ground she stood.

Remember this story of Rose I tell,
When YOUR boyfriend begins to yell.