Thorns for My Heart

And yes my neighbor's seventeen year old girl’s boyfriend left her to go to Chicago on a record deal. And met another girl.
And yes, she’s a cutter.
Anyway, I wrote this for her.
All it needs now is a tune, a band, and a singer. I ain’t got the musical talent.
But what about the words? Are they any good?
Suggestions for Singer? Band? Tune? Rewrite? Back to the day job?

THORNS FOR MY HEART

My baby’s gone, he done left me,
He cutting me out again.
Cutting me deep, down deeply
In my True Heart’s loving vein.
So I’m cutting my arms again
To let out my pain and hoping
He will come, back to my bleeding arms.
Back from Chicago. All blue and moping.
All stopping my pain, with his boyish charms.
With blood red roses, no thorns, for my heart.
A hundred red roses.
No thorns for my heart,
Please baby, no thorns.
Ooh no, no thorns.
Thorns for my heart.
It’s bleeding baby.