I ain't been on you're mind
you don't call me on speed dial.
I'm not the woman you come running to,
to keep you warm and well feed.
Lately I been lonely;
wishing you can hold me close
to your heart that suppose to
beat next to mine.
But my woman intuition is telling
me I will be longing for you daily,
and for that, I rather be alone playing
with the broken pieces of my heart.
Cause lately you haven't been
showing me no love it's been lost.