i might have been a muse to you
when you wrote poems and music to
those days were great but now its thru
but here am writing something new
i left you with him
i do not believe in sin
i am not one to hurt a friend
but i never do that again
i miss what we could have had
but being mad or sad is bad
i just try to be glad
your happy tho i hear you laugh
but i’ve been so long alone
thinking that you once told
me that i am beautiful
and since then i have just grown old
and you and him
you never fold
not like me so long ago
have i found some else?
No
i tried and failed
thats all she wrote
to replace you note for note
but theres a hole in every boat
i get in a try to float
and so i sink back to the past
when you asked and i said pass
cuz i wanted to do whats right
and so i pay night after night
i tried so hard not to write this shit
but it comes out like in a fit
i cannot control my poems
where they come from i dont know
oh wait i do, what am i saying
all poetry is born of pain
i guess thats why you’ve become my muse
i know it wasnt what you choose
but no one hurts me quite like you
i know that was never your intent
but i refused and so you went
and made him the perfect wife
and since then my whole life is strife
i might have been a muse to you
when you wrote poems and music to
those days were great but now its thru
but here am writing something new