maybe you were just my muse,
there to rid the Monday blues.
maybe I just wasn't your type,
the stars didn't aline quite right.
maybe I only miss you because your gone,
still I wish to play you like my favourite song.
I wish to hear your name in french,
or in languages I cant even begin to comprehend.
i'll beg the world for one last goodbye,
which they will always deny.
but you will always be my muse,
and always make me feel less blue,
even if our love wasn't "true".
