He said I gave up on him easily
That I left him too soon
I didn't give up
I just got tired of knocking
On the door of your heart
Hoping that you let me in
I was beaten by the rain
I was flogged by the wind
Laughed at because I looked desperate
Mistaken for a beggar
Mistaken for a con-artist
But never seen as a lover
I got tired of knocking
Because if you keep knocking
And there is no answer,
It means nobody is home
Or they don't want to let you in.

So maybe I did give up
Atleast I tried...