Tin Heart

As I lay here in my bed,
all the words I wished he'd said,
Why did I think they he loved me,
why from my heart did he just flee.

I said the words "I love you",
and that's what made him run,
but good enough to share his bed,
and have some times of fun.

I was a toy, just used at play,
his terms of course, not mine
why did I let him use me like this,
not once, but time after time.

He's not a cruel man really,
no-ones fault i fell for him,
Just wish he'd fallen for me,
his heart it's made of tin.