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You say you wanna be my muse But you just wanted to use – me I meant nothing to you But you were making a fool of me Didn't get very far, shame in their eye Looking down the hall, scared to move Blood on your hands but there are other men That never meant anything to you Sharp as a knife Cleave you from me Seething the night You steal so coldly You say you wanna be my muse But I meant nothing to you You can't help yourself Kamikaze, take me down Mirrored around me Keep me in line Feed me lies Make your strike Make your strike You say you wanna be my muse You say you wanna be my muse You say you wanna be my muse You say you wanna be my- (You say you wanna be my muse) You say you wanna be my muse But you just wanted to use me I meant nothing to you Why you were making a fool of me You say you wanna be my muse But you just wanted to use me I meant nothing to you I meant nothing to you Sharp as a knife
Writer(s): Michael Paul Banks, Lisa Hickox, Danny Ayer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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