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Just Another Guy

Another day, another guy, another muse.
This is literally everyone's favourite of my interpretation of muse.



I wish you wouldn't be just another guy who says he'll stay but later, astray. Just another guy who wishes goodnight but never by my side. The one who keeps me laughing but in the end, we're completely nothing. Indeed, you were just another guy who saw me and came by --to be just another guy I called a muse, letting my hand to write and my heart to bruise.

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