Just a poem about how sometimes the person you think cares about you the most actually doesn't.
I thought I was your muse, but sadly I was wrong
You'd rather smoke a joint then write me a song, or a poem, or anything nice
A couple of times I couldn't even stay the night
You'd rather lie to my face then tell me you care
Sometimes I feel like I'm not even here
It doesn't matter, would it even make a difference?
Would you notice if I stopped talking to you? No you wouldn't, you have plenty of other women to talk to
Because they know you like me, and they love you like I do
I get upset because I love you, though I can't help but feel alone when I'm with you
You'll never understand, and I don't expect you too
But maybe I'd be better off without you.