I sat on the couch and cried
It was as though someone had died
Coz she’s never coming back 
When she does she just attack 
Me for being what I am 
The door closes with a slam 
On my toes
And it’s like anything goes
Coz she needs her freedom 
More than she needs me to see them 
In a positive light 
But some of it is just shite 
Coz I can see though what you’re putting out 
And there may be self doubt 
But there is also a caustic fibre 
And I know that inside her
Something burns a fuse
Like it’s everything that she could lose
With one single breath of trust
And he is all lust
In her eyes 
Not the disguise 
That he wears 
As the fabric tears 
On eighteen
And the dream 
Is an insubstantial phantom that cannot contain
The sky when it starts to rain 
It must just surrender to the water 
And I to being a daughter 
Of what I didn’t decide
I wish I didn’t have to hide
Behind the folds of the sheets 
Every time we meet
In case she might know
The rose garden is where the thorns grow