No more teardrops on my guitar

No more teardrops on my guitar 
I regret the man who put them there 
One time, two times, three times, four 
I delved deep into sadness 
No way, no more 
Even the boldest couldn't handle 
I regret the tears I cried 
I shall give myself more credit 
Deeply and truly 
I'll write songs of lust and love and pity 
Of lilacs and velvet black Rose's 
of gardens if gardenias 
Lovely and pure 
No more teardrops on my guitar 
I wont stop to that 
No more hate and crude opinions 
no workings of evil 
No more teardrops on my guitar 
Childhood wounds that scarred me 
sleepless nights of what ifs and whys 
primping myself to fit the mold 
Red lips, nails, false lashes so I could compare 
Stories of princes saving me from doom 
False hope 
No more.....
No more!!!