in an instant I'd jump up, at just the sight of your name,
on my phone, telling me that you're in need,
I come running, to rescue you, in a heartbeat that's indeed.
I'm always willing to help I even stop what I'm doing to bring you lunch,
but you stand me up, don't show up, my heart takes such a punch.
My heart was already broken from the one before,
but I stayed optimistic about us, and readied my heart to restore.
The heartache I once suffered you have no clue,
but the last person I'd expect to play me out was you.
He might have broken my heart, but you stepped on it with a knife,
twisted it, plunged deeper, my heart struggles for life.
don't bother to apologize, your sorry's mean nothing,
think you can use me, abuse me, like a doorknob or something?
I try to be genuine go beyond and above,
but guess I'm not good enough to receive someones love.
