This dog won't hunt

It was far from a phase
That would hastily pass
Rapidly approaching
Critical mass
Her heart in my hands
My heart in the trash
Guess love never pays
When you're all out of cash

She asked: Anything that I can do to make you feel allright
I said. Wure, engrave me into history. White on white
She said: If you are to be any worse, you'd have to be twins
I said. L'll race you to recovery. Last one wins

Stranger rhymes with danger
And knowing nothing would change her
I chose to let her be
Just a stranger to me

Every journey that I make
Paved with failures and mistakes
After she left, I missed what I lost
So I lost myself, not much of a cost
This dog won't hunt

Never had a lot of will
Sure have had a lot of won'ts
Wonder if I ever will
Belong

She asked: Anything that I can do to make you feel allright
I said. Wure, engrave me into history. White on white
She said: If you are to be any worse, you'd have to be twins
I said. L'll race you to recovery. Last one wins
Why won't you ever listen?
This dog won't hunt!!!