Ain’t just a muse

Wound in your spider web

I am trying to cut myself loose

You drag me down in a tight knot

I can’t get out of this noose

I pretend I don’t see you coming

I pretend you won’t be the one I choose

But all this drama... this futile pretense 

Don’t make sense nor is this the truth!

You’ve stung me hard, wrapped in silk

And ‘ve left me paralyzed and recluse...

I can’t breathe a word nor can I whisper 

that you weren't just a muse!