Just like...

The weather is crying,
Just like my heart is dying
With blood inside my chest;
Just like it fell down from the Everest...

Why did you give me hope?
And then just said, "Nope,
We're just friends, not more...
And that will apply for forevermore"

What were all those warm hugs?
Don't tell me they were like bugs
That you just kill at the end of the day,
When you have nothing to do anyway.

What were all those flirty touches?
Were they just like pin broches,
Or the checks on the roll
Of the one more "defeated girl"?