You were made for me everybody tells me so you were made for me don't pretend that you don't know.

You weren't made for me, though I thought you were, turns out, in fact, you were made for her, mistakes incurred, not your wrath, a general distaste that's built to last so instead I'll sit and write an ode, untold, to you, in days of old, maybe you would have if I'd asked but as it is, opportunity's past, so there's noone to blame; except the last, resort. That's me. Sat unasked.