with every single word i write
every single thought i think
and every single dream at night
deeper and deeper i sink

i can fall in love
then crash and burn
i cant get above
the pain i earn

i think you're the one
you become my muse
then break my heart and say we're done
glad i was of good use

thank you for making me believe
that you could make me happy
so you could just simply leave
after walking all over me


let me write all about you
angry, sad, though once joyful
words of our time that i now rue
your lies that made me feel beautiful

i am fed up with my racing pulse
that still speeds up when you appear
now not a happy sight, in pain i convulse
stricken with longing for you to disappear

i want to write of something different
yet when i try it feels so wrong
to find a new muse i lack the talent
i just cant write a simple song
without you as my muse