I sat down
With a sharpened pencil in my hand
You were in my head and I had planned
To write you into verses, and
Immortalize all your virtues for a hundred years to come

And then I thought
About our tiny little history
You once had you struck me as a mystery
Now I wonder what I used to see
And now this empty page is screaming that
You're just like all the rest

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You were real
Yeah, I swear I thought I knew you
But now my eyes just stare right through you
And I don't think I can blame you
Yeah, I saw what I was looking for, and pushed aside the rest

But I was wrong
No, it's not like you're an ogre
It's just you're bland and mediocre
I am drunk and you are sober
This song won't ever write itself and so you best be on your way

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Easy come...
It's not like art's some kind of charity
I guess a true muse is a rarity
The kind that gives your mind the clarity
To leave that empty page behind

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    I'm stuck without a spark of pain or joy
    I feel nothing, nothing
    I'm stuck without a spark of pain or joy