Call me sentimental

Call me sentimental

I kept your letters, and burned them,
Never threw them away,
Cos I was never certain,
That you weren't here to stay.

You play havoc with my dreams,
And really messed up my head,
And now you're all I see,
But I'm in pain instead.

It's funny how that works,
Shouldn't you be paying the price,
But it's me for whom it hurts,
Isn't god so nice?