A simple case of lack of faith br When you should really have enthused.. br And love me and trusted me br Because I am your muse br br But you didn't, quite obviously br You chose to choose another's words br Well, then hell, what am I br Who am I to argue? br br Nothing, but a wilting flower br And that stream that has no-where to go br Undulating, not crystal clear br Muddied with false hope.