I lost my muse
But I don't know where
Been lookin' all over the city
Looked through the cracks to the rubble
No, nothin' points to you
And I only speak to the air
Telling secrets I'm too scared to say
There's no one around to hear the mumble
I'm stuck in this place
Yea, the place in between
Where you are and where I wanna be
Hopelessly wander does my soul
Can't wipe the sad look off my face
When I realize its just a dream
My soul cries when you look at me
'Cuz then I see you're leaving me alone
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