After every phone call, I feel like writing poetry.
Tell me why that is, there is a problem here
"I love you so much!", you say slowly,
And everytime, I say "Goodbye" with a tear.

You make me feel so useless, so confused
You make me feel so love sick, and used.
I write these poems, I try to rhyme,
While you go out, party time.
I'd like to see us together!
But I know that'll never happen
I want to be your forever,
Guess not this time.