I write poems about YOU

And I wrote 50 something poems and thirty something songs about you and you still think you did no wrong? You led me on and left me where it's cold Guess I got boring, guess I got old And now you only talk to me when nobody else speaks Because I'm dependable But I'm still drawn to you like chemicals You're my oxygen, my medicine I am hardly a friend. and I wish you didn't spend your time on me Because you never loved me