That fickle muse
She will beat me and bruise me
Tease me and taunt me
So I can sing of her darker side
She uses
Blindness and beauty
Lust and mercy
To keep me hooked on the golden line
Woman, you’re just another tool
Your mother never raised you to be so cruel
You’re just at the use of the muse
and she set you loose with the tools
to come and break my lonely heart.
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