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.