Iron girl (or just how much I'm not a sweet lady)

Walk away, iron girl
You know they can't handle you anymore
There was a boy with eyes that changed color
And also the boy with the world on his arms
And now the sweetest boy in the world
And as every boy, this one shall say goodbye, too
He'll say something like "oh, you're so good, love, but we just can't, no, we can't"
All those boys
All those mornings
All those prayers and hopes and delusions
All the countries, the plans, the wedding parties
Let them go, iron girl
You know you can't handle yourself anymore
You try to shut your mouth
You try to be less, to fight less, to show your teeth less
You try to be softer, more docile, more lovable
And deep down you know
You know what you're made of
So you put your head down and try to be nice
Ladylike, gentle,
Knowing you're not.
They shall come back, every once in a while
To check on your wild eyes
Get seduced by the chance of misbehavior
And walk away once more.
But not this time, love, no
This time we just can't
Walk away, iron girl
But don't come back from you fierceful eyes
Even if they remain closed forever.