For the record, it's not your fault

my heart is locked like a bank vault

it was the last one that hurt me

all you ever did was adore me, spoil me

your are a perfect gentlemen with a good heart and soul

sorry I let the situation get so far out of control

before you caught feelings I should have let you know

I'm sorry but I can't love and I can't trust- so we can't grow

call it an empty gift box, let me explain

when you open it what would you gain

like a brand new car but the engine is missing

can't start or move so it's just there sitting

priceless as it may be, or as it seems

it can't do nothing for you, it is just for daydreams

being in this relationship is like buying a car that's a lemon

that's not what you want or deserve in a woman

maybe one day eventually

you'll find someone for you but it's not me

I never meant to hurt you, I hope you really see

I am so sorry I'm just not ready honestly