In pursuit of a Muse

I told you that I could make it
make it all alone.
Before you said that I was
building dreams made of sand

Now I try to never look back again
From what we might have been

I feel alone but free
No need to change the real me
at times I may be unhappy
But it’s something I expect me to be.

Awake at night and it’s you
who fills my weary heart.
Awake I just realised
that we’re already apart.

Angry words could never be taken back
And mere apologies could never mend it

Packed up your bags
Left the ring by the bedside
And I woke up alone
I know that you’ve gone…

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