The light color in this room The sunshine seeping in Doesn't mix with the black of Death's Angel looming in I've had enough of these Brutal beatings and name callings To lose me to despair Bruised internally, eternally Your praise little gifts You spent your money, and stuffed me with Didn't amount to anything The attention I need is much more serious A kind of weight you couldn't lift, Even if your cheap career depended on it I need someone much more mysterious To be my, to be my muse, to be my mistress To be my, to be my muse, to be my mistress To be my, to be my muse, to be my mistress To be my, to be my muse, to be my mistress