When you told me you'd visit me,
You lied! Oh, how could this be?
Alas! Puppy Love tragically died.
I felt, as if, I'd fallen, into the dirt.
This lost love, left me badly hurt.
But I am all right.
I'm very much alive.
I'll take this scarred heart,
Let it heal, and keep it, from falling apart.
They say it's better to have loved and lost,
But, I think, I would have been better off,
To have never loved at all.
To love again, I never will.
It isn't worth, the pain that you feel.
Love is for someone, who isn't me.
I think it's best to let it be.
I am just fine, with the company of friends.
Not with lovers, that's how it is.