Back on my feet

My friends helped me understand
And get back on my feet. 
There was no point being in no-man's land, 
If there was going to be no heat. 

If a cave was where he wanted to go,
I was ready to build my fire and stay.
But if he was gonna stoop so low,
I had to pack my things and run away. 

No point in tears being shed, I felt.
For he didn't appreciate my presence. 
I felt like I was on a conveyor belt,
Waiting to be dealt my prison sentence.