Its you who inspires me.
But that would be a lie
And at this point in my life
I just haven't got the time--
To pretend
To envy
To strain to feel
What I don't.
Its the empty and the lonely times
Its the anger and the rage
Its the cold and hot and ups and downs
That make me want to create.
I want so much to say
That I feel you deep inside
That I speak to you every day
That its you who keeps me alive
But that would be a lie
And at this point in my life
I just haven't got the time
To pretend
To envy
To strain to feel
What I used to hide.
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