The Tea Cups

Here's a heart that aches
for what I need
There's one that makes
my little heart bleed

and I plead for her affection
she answers with rejection
but I know even though she may go
her own way, she'll still say:
"I love you so

maybe not to me, yes, it is a pity
but as long as she is happy and pleased
I'll just shuffle along with the breeze
unsurprised, I never was her cup of tea.