meant to be alone

there it was on this wall,
all the signs about your willingness to fall,
that some people are born to be alone,
to have their hearts turn to stone.

though i tried to alter your furnace
with nothing but earnest,
you dug into me like the splinter,
ran cold like the ice in the winter
when we first fell in love.

i shouldve noticed the decadence,
shoud've embraced any sense,
too good to be true,
love stories don't end with a man like you.

so now burnt twice, and paying this awful price,
'i wrote this for you' would be a lie,
as endless days of seeing into your eye
could only die,
i now realise the heartbroken truth of the matter,
that for too long this love i could only flatter,
but it's too late for me, maybe too late even for you;
some people are meant to be alone
darling, that's why you packed your songs and flew,
but don't worry, i will give you this; i still miss you