The speaker apologizes, but the apology is aimed at themselves as much as anyone else. They say sorry for assuming that a person would be there for them the way they have always been there for that person. It's a small, quiet admission of disappointment: they gave support and then reached out for it and found nothing in return.
The tone is tired rather than angry. There's no accusation, no name, no scene, just a flat "sorry" that stings because it shouldn't be necessary. The last lines turn the hurt into a kind of resignation. "Some people are just meant to give more love than they will ever recieve" sounds like a conclusion the speaker is trying on, and the hesitant "I guess" suggests they don't fully believe it, or don't want to. The mood is lonely and gently bitter, the feeling of quietly lowering your expectations so you won't be hurt again. The misspelling of "receive" and the casual phrasing make it feel like a private, unpolished message rather than a crafted speech.