Can I be my own muse
A friend for my livelihood
I never dared to look beyond a passing a glance
A shining light to see what I was always missing on
But now I know the truth
The dirty side comes into view
I was always asked about these fears
That my contention brings
My answers rarely hit you
I got too happy
I got too happy
A whisper to clear my seas
They thrash goodness to nothing
My tired eyes never rest looking to always close
From my harsh sound
But now I know the truth
The dirty side comes into view
But you were to help me up
To give a hand a helping glance
Someone I could lean to
I got too happy
I got too happy