Once upon a time, I ran far from love,
With a man who was gentle as a dove.
He wore his heart and feelings on his sleeves.
And I treated love for me as hot knives.
All he wanted was to just be with me.
Through thick and thin was his wish for all time.
Men are scumbags! The me of before cried.
Pushed him out, no matter how hard he tried.
All he ever did not right, was to fall.
So I ran away ignoring his calls
Love was me to him, for me it's never.
He left, couldn't keep waiting forever.
Maybe he would have stood the test of time.
But you and I know that love is a mime.