I've got a million ideas running through my head
But I toss them out and write something cliche instead
I always give you what you want....
I saw the world in a different way not too long ago
Looked at it on a map there's plenty of places to go.....
But I give you what you want.....
It's impossible to write with no muse...
The words mix together and I get confused
I'm not fond of farewells so I keep adding chapters
But.....I know now this is no happily ever after
I'm used to picking the pieces up and mending
So I'll improvise this with a poorly thought out ending....
