love squandered

Today's one of them days
I'm again mad at myself
And I find it such a waste
That I acted like myself.

It's just love squandered
Where it isn't wanted.
I sat down and wondered
If all these acts were counted

Would they be worth something?
A bit of love would do.
And this ain't healthy thinking
When you squander like I do.

No one does the book keeping
So it's only love misspent.
You're unaware, I'm left weeping:
Gone wrong though well meant.