My eyes are roses on my face,

they're in full bloom right now;

no need have I to water them,

they have quite suffice to grow!
 

My heart and soul slumped out tonight,

I'd packed them in  your case;

I've had enough of troubles and strife,

so I'm cleaning out this place.
 

No more pain - nor sorrow

as I nurse more breaks and wounds.

We won't make up tomorrow,

for friendship - there is no room.

 
You've pressed forbidden buttons,

caused canyons way too deep

and through them there flows rivers;

where even they have heard me weep.

 
Frightened I crouched in corners there,

guarding my face and body,

from the one I thought did care,

thinking death would fall about me.
 

But scarceley I did make it

and thought that you'd seen sense,

then once more drinking, you would hit;

how could I have been so dense?
 

Now stronger I see you the fool,

for losing all you'd had.

Your Lady is your drink - your tool;

it's pickling you up bad!

 
Now I've grown thorns within me,

that have built barriers over time,

they cling to me - protect me,

stop new hurts - now you're not mine.

 
Oh, who am I to say I care?

Yes, bitter through and through,

Get out this Lionesses lair

I've had my fill of you!