I keep lying when it comes to you
You know I'll always write and yes,
I'll still sing for you
I want to start drawing again
and start writing again too
but when you left and we split
you took my muse
well see, you were my muse
and I constantly wrote about anxiety
and love in different hues
ones that once had light shone upon
were dark and sang the blues
and now that we're apart
and I seem to have a better view
my lenses are clear, thanks my dear
I owe it all to you
