[I was cleaning and I found an old poem/song/thing]

I should've expected you to hide secrets

Preached lies to the parish

Lead me along this road like a child

Leaving me like an abandoned dog on the side of the road

Promising you'll be back to take me home

Now I watch the scissor-tails fly on by

Their songs the only company I have

I was the last one to know you were no good

But that's when I knew I was on my own

On those stormy nights when you're crying for comfort

It's your call if you come to me

You should  consider me gone