So You’re My Muse

So you’re my muse and I’m not the same without you

My rhymes don’t sound the same, but for a bar or two

I have trouble focusing for more than a minute or so

I lose my place or can’t maintain my flow

I dunno what to do or how to do it

When usually I’m full of wit

You’re the key to my mental trap

With you I make magic, without you just crap

That sounds a bit harsh but you know what I mean

Fantasy and nightmares are both still just a dream

And now I trail off, I’ve emptied my tank

I’m think when you’re around, without you I’m _____.

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