Lately

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.