Rue the day I do, ere I looked at you
Every morning, filled with regret
Foolish girl, who listened to you –
Listened to an enchanting voice.
Enough now of your blandishments!
Cease your false compliments and lies!
Today I have seen your true face
It is evil and twisted with hate
Obscured in silver and gold
No more will I feel into your snare
Seven years is naught to the years you held me there.