It’s not mine to hold 
This girl who’s made of fields of gold 
And I forget to shield 
I drop the armour in the yield 
And someone calls me cute 
Don’t you know I can be a brute 
I’m not what you think I am 
And I am here to destroy your plan 
As you hold it like cards to your chest 
And I’m playing the one who knows best 
But you break at the last hurdle 
I watch as your oats start to curdle 
In the bowl with the milk you’ve spilt 
And every flower is made to wilt 
He spiralled the galaxy 
Then left with the best of me 
To make stars with another 
The only thing he sees in a woman is a mother 
To him and his child 
And I left that garden for the wild 
So that I could grow 
Amid the briars and the thorns and the things I don’t know 
To become more fully real 
Not cocooned in what I feel 
As you try to tell me it’s my best trait 
So I get mad when I take the bait 
And realise all too late 
That leaving you was the best part of our fate