Burning Down the Garden 2

I planted roses in my chest They bloomed, they bled, they made a mess Thorns in my lungs, every breath a fight You told me to smile I swallowed the night You built your throne on broken backs Called it tradition, called it facts I'm done with pretty, done with small I'm the storm, your downfall So here's the rage you said don't keep The fury that you buried deep I'm pulling out every thorn you placed Wearing my scars like war paint on my face I'm burning down the garden You planted in my mind Taking back the pieces Of the girl I left behind No more quiet, no more small I'm the earthquake, I'm the fall This is my reclamation This is my battle call You wanted soft, you wanted sweet A woman who'd accept defeat But roses have teeth when they're done being prey And this garden's gone feral today