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Muse

Reaching out through the empty space Of where you used to be Oh, how I long for you to be here So, I could finally be the one Who gets to push you away All the games that we play Say the words we never mean All the times you turned away Never bothered with what it meant to me So, I stare out this window Trying to see what you see The glaring sun reveals to me It’s not what you see It’s what you’re blind to All the games that we play Say the words we never mean All the times you turned away Never bothered with what it meant to me I don’t want to be a memory You think upon from time to time I don’t want to be a random smile Found on your face, no one understands I want to be the scar Itching every time you sweat The best part of you Is what I got to abuse Everything stinks of you Stains like a spot on my soul But I don’t mind it at all At least I got some kind of attention I still got the best part of you To judge and misuse But this is the last time You’ll ever be my muse All the games that you played Said the words you still never mean This is the last time I’ll let you turn away To be ignorant of what it means to me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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