He raised my hopes and brought them down.
He said the words that made me frown.
I cried and cried and cried again.
He made me bleed inside again.
It went on and on and still no stop,
And he could still make me hop.
As I read the words, its near the end.
I wish I still could be his friend.
Even though I love him dearly,
I can tell he loves me nearly.
Because of her my heart is broken,
And because the path hes chosen.
To him these words dont mean a thing.
To me there hope of the true meaning.
I need some help, Im not that great.
He treated me just like a crate.
A crate thats broken and never fixed.
When will he think to get me fixed?
Im not to be messed with, Im pretty sure.
But my heart is gold, and very pure.
Will he always love her more.
Or will he reach into my core?
Hes my world, and she is his.
To him my life is just a quiz.
I can not be quite and tamed,
For my only goal is to get him framed.
Will he ever love me back,
And will he let me cover his back?