A cheesy song I just wrote, though it has no melody.

It's all your fault.
can't you see
That I can never sing about you and me?
'Cause failure, heartbreak, and woe are all I know how to write,
So, how do I sing about being done right?

And now the girls will all be sick to death from spite and jealousy,
The men crying that you made ‘em look so bad.
I guess the only wrong you’ve ever done is doing so right by me
-loving me so well it sometimes drives me mad.

I'm lost for words.
There’s just no hope.
I’d sound like some naïve, rambling, lovesick dope.
A love like this is great for living, but is no good for a song.
You love me so well, that you may've done me wrong.

The girls out there now curse my name for having found you first.
The men are grumbling cusswords to their long neck beers.
You’re every blessing that I ever needed, but sometimes that’s a curse
-What good’s a song that no one wants to hear?

It's all your fault.
can't you see
That I can never sing about you and me?
'Cause failure, heartbreak, and woe are all I know how to write
So, how do I sing about being done right?


Sounds like a country song, doesn't it? Weird, considering I never really listen to county.