My muse
Looking inside yourself when maybe you shouldn't
Its a blue kinda day Lost in that dark lonely place The outside wears a smile while I cry from the inside My muse rides me hard this morning I fight the pain from that door that is opening, that place that whispers to meIt is no shade of grey Words dance in my mindMy steps are slow, listening to that inner voice First thought is to flee from this place where my memory's roam Radio loudMy favorite songCoffee strongCigarett...
