I used to be your doormat
Under me I swept your crimes
But if the rug has had enough
It lets you trip sometimes
You made me a nervous wreck
Had this power over me
But now not anymore
Today I set myself free
I saw a frog turned into a prince
awoken when we kissed
Turned out you’re still a frog
and now I am so pissed
The raging fire built inside
finally burned your ass
Gave you no place to hide
Showed you my mess
Don’t care if this is the end
of our bittersweet romance
Or if it will eventually
breaks down your fence
Either way, it’s good for me
I slowly start to harden
And maybe if you’re very nice
I’ll let you back into my garden
Scillie 