We used to talk for hours,
Love used to be so sweet.
You used to be so kind.

You used to say I was pretty, and couldn't believe I was real.
You used to call me a unicorn and talk about how different things in life made you feel.

Dear John,
I won't be coming back, everytime I see you you tell me what I lack.
There is no encouragement, no comments ,no conversation anymore at all.
I would have better luck speaking to the wall.
I don't do anything right, and for all I put in to keeping us alive, it really doesn't matter...