Roses Have Been Wilted

The roses have been wilted
And my tears have been dry
I will no longer stand by
And let you hurt me anymore.

You had your last demand
You had your last call
So what's going to happen is you
Watching me walk out that front door.

No more rainy nights
No more rainy days
Because there's only room
For positive sacrfices.
So that means no more
Dealing with trifling men like you.