Muse exploiter

Back into my life

cleared it with light

filled it with sense

Updating the lectures 

about laughing and crying

but you'll only let me be

your secret kiss stealer

your hidden picture taker

And the one that you want

is the one you fear the most

and you fear yourself

as much or more

You said that
I'm in search of a tragic muse

one to exploit doing all the dirty tragic work

but it's just you who I'm looking for
the one and only cheerful muse

Fuse and spark 

of laughs and cries
light and life

the type I prefer to see

rather than to invent

And the one that I want

is the one I fear the less

and this brand new air is worth

the fervent pain and the restless wait

All your dreads

in a piece of clear  paper

will burn
and my hand will be
the one igniting
the flames