I know that face, and I know that heart, you sit there paws trembling your mind racing and yet slow as it's ever been, you're entirely too familiar with this feeling and by the gods you hate it. Your Muse stormed out the door in a huff, flinging harsh words certainly didn't help, you know it won't be back for some time.
Goodness this piece makes no sense, you've tried all you can think of and alas nothing you do is even remotely good enough for you today, this page might as well be blank.. You wish your Muse would come back so you could apologize, but that's just not how this works and you know it.
Bah.. Maybe you could catch up with your Muse, you know exactly where it goes when it's like this, maybe this time you could properly apologize.
This song makes no sense, and that's because I pissed off my Muse, eventually I'll have something worthy of your ears to give. :T