MONDAY MUSE: You Never Cared

It isn't fair,
you never cared,
every time the phone rings,
my heart like nightingale sings,
but such passion is the lie,
whereupon my heart does die,
it's not you on the other side,
my soul burns where that hope resides,
I want to {punch, kiss, kick} you,
what is lost, I wish you'd rue,
that your world be paint'd blue,
that my pain would hurt you.