I Need a New Muse
I find myself hating life, but only because of you.
The lies you tell have become truth's to me but only you can tell.
The truth is what I need but it won't ever be from you.
Saying sorry a million times but only meaning next time i'll tell a better lie.
I need a new muse because this one's dead, or did that run from me too?
Copyright © Jessica Tyler | Year Posted 2013
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