They say unrequited love is for fools. Having been there before, I can tell you it’s true.
You said you wanted me, said you needed me, said you’d never put anyone else above me.
Like a girl with big puppy dog eyes, I fell hard – hard for your lies.
I gave you my hand, I gave you my heart. I gave you the rest of me when the lights went dark.
Before I met you, I knew who I was.
I was strong; now, I’m just another naive girl strung along.
The worst of it is I blame myself. I let you think you could leave me on the shelf.
“It’s better to have loved and lost,” that’s a phrase reserved for the loved.
How do I reconcile that with my heart you should have treated with kid gloves?
Fallen on the floor – beaten, battered and bruised, it’s starting to feel like I always lose.