Protection

"Thorns and Vines"

Protect my heart with thorns and vines,

the pain I feel will tantalize.

I'd rather stab myself with thorns,

then let you in my head once more.

I feel you there at the gate,

turn around; just walk away.

I don't need your anything,

not your love nor memories.

I don't need your touch of skin,

I don't need this sweetest sin,

I don't need this broken heart,

I've worked to hard to be torn apart.