Ache

Ever wish that you could be the muse for a change?
So, you're undeserving?
You've never succeeded in a finished dream.
Stack them together for later dates.

Ever wish the dancing in your head would come to fruition?
So, you're only the dancer?
You want to be the choreographer.
Sit silent and be ready when your solo's here.

Ever wish that you could drag him down with you?
So, you're choking?
You want to shred his lovely papers apart.
Stab at him with inks as punishing.