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 © Seth Cross | Year Posted 2010
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