Sonic is BlueKnuckles is RedWriting this poemFills me with dreadThe truth stands out clearas much as I hateThe fact that I love youwas force on by fateIf I could sayThis poem in PersonI would say it all daybecause my feelings worsenKnuckles is RedSonic is BlueI would say this butThis poems not for you
Sonic is BlueKnuckles is RedWriting this poemFills me with dreadThe truth stands out clearas much as I hateThe fact that I love youwas force on by fateIf I could sayThis poem in PersonI would say it all daybecause my feelings worsenKnuckles is RedSonic is BlueI would say this butThis poems not for you