"The Artist's Touch"
2011
He slowly dipped the brush in paint
In the hopes of venting each complaint
So he splashed some shades of red
To mirror all the things that he once said
But his mood was a darkened blue
Everytime he thought of you
And your recycled compliments
Aimed to inflate his confidence
Now his soul's in dire need
To watch these vibrant colors as they bleed
So the colors run like they had wept
His mind's blank as the bed in which he slept
The pillows here are far from soft
His thoughts, he couldn't turn them off
As your face danced through his dreams
Things are not as they would seem
For beauty hides the loss of decency
So in his mind you'll cease to be
Since now he knows what he must do
To finally drown these thoughts of you
Because he thinks of you too much
So now you'll feel the artist's touch
And on the other side of a fateful coin
Is an unfolding tale that we will join
It's forumla is tried and true
And one that you maybe relating to
For it includes a bit of pain
One that's felt time and time again
As a woman with a broken heart
Watched her world be torn apart
So she slowly dipped her pen in ink
To express the painful thoughts she thinks
Then scribbled words that he was once used
As the ink and page became infused
And then her mood mirrored a phrase
That best described the wasted days
That she spent giving her love in vain
Just to find the ending's still the same
So now she knows what she must do
To finally drown these thoughts of you
Because she thinks of you too much
So now you'll feel the artist's touch
But alas each artist's unnamed muse
Must face the fact that we have to choose
To face our action's aftermath
While walking down a better path
But the star of each respective wonderland
Doesn't seem to understand
Or even act like they have a care
Although their pedestal's beyond repair
When it's placed inside of sinking sand
And if you were to extend your hand
We would pull you down below
So you can show us what you have to show
Then maybe the sand will spit you out
And you'll find what this life's about
But until that prized and blessed day
Comes to take our pain away
We'll file your best under not enough
As you keep looking from the bottom up
Now that we know what we must do
To finally drown these thoughts of you
Because we think of you too much
So now you'll feel the artist's touch...
2011
He slowly dipped the brush in paint
In the hopes of venting each complaint
So he splashed some shades of red
To mirror all the things that he once said
But his mood was a darkened blue
Everytime he thought of you
And your recycled compliments
Aimed to inflate his confidence
Now his soul's in dire need
To watch these vibrant colors as they bleed
So the colors run like they had wept
His mind's blank as the bed in which he slept
The pillows here are far from soft
His thoughts, he couldn't turn them off
As your face danced through his dreams
Things are not as they would seem
For beauty hides the loss of decency
So in his mind you'll cease to be
Since now he knows what he must do
To finally drown these thoughts of you
Because he thinks of you too much
So now you'll feel the artist's touch
And on the other side of a fateful coin
Is an unfolding tale that we will join
It's forumla is tried and true
And one that you maybe relating to
For it includes a bit of pain
One that's felt time and time again
As a woman with a broken heart
Watched her world be torn apart
So she slowly dipped her pen in ink
To express the painful thoughts she thinks
Then scribbled words that he was once used
As the ink and page became infused
And then her mood mirrored a phrase
That best described the wasted days
That she spent giving her love in vain
Just to find the ending's still the same
So now she knows what she must do
To finally drown these thoughts of you
Because she thinks of you too much
So now you'll feel the artist's touch
But alas each artist's unnamed muse
Must face the fact that we have to choose
To face our action's aftermath
While walking down a better path
But the star of each respective wonderland
Doesn't seem to understand
Or even act like they have a care
Although their pedestal's beyond repair
When it's placed inside of sinking sand
And if you were to extend your hand
We would pull you down below
So you can show us what you have to show
Then maybe the sand will spit you out
And you'll find what this life's about
But until that prized and blessed day
Comes to take our pain away
We'll file your best under not enough
As you keep looking from the bottom up
Now that we know what we must do
To finally drown these thoughts of you
Because we think of you too much
So now you'll feel the artist's touch...
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