Love Affairs: Burning Questions

My phone calls are never returned
A lesson never learned
I constantly play the love game only to get burned
The third degree unleashed upon me and my character
Why do I always get compared to her past love lames?
With all the truth I speak she only still sees the past lies she was told
Forcing me to decide whether or not to play my heart ,or to fold
Am I that bold?
Her heart’s temperature reads near zero and below
Who am I to have a fire burning hot enough to warm it back normal?
Before I answer I have to ask, how
How could someone turn to a path of no hope?
A path with no light?
Even then, how are they supposed to return?
And if she is, am I the one suppose to get her heart to burn?
How am I suppose to break down a wall of hate with love?
Where’s my secret agenda behind all the compliments and hugs?
Because as of now, I’m associated with all of her previous heart-schemers
She says I don’t have a chance, but my affection for still lingers
So I guess It’s just Her hardened heart
Versus my mission to make it soft
To make it tender
To give her mind good times to remember
Maybe tears from laughter
To give Her hand to hold during disasters
And to always be there the morning after
If she were a book, I’d only ask for a chapter