The Muse

You don't believe in fate But thank God I do What are the probabilities that I could find you A smokescreen from the rogue visage You mystify me babe When are you willing to let me in Before I give up and turn the page You will ruin me, or I will ruin you You could be my muse Whatever done to me, reflects onto you I can't promise you Anything calm and divine I am too confused You will ruin me, or I will ruin you You could be my muse