I have no purpose any more.
I’m a painter who’s gone blind
And a singer who’s gone deaf.
There is no call for what I sell.

I still daub colors on a board
To smell the Linseed Oil again
I hear the music in my head
And mouth the words in silence.

There is no surgery or cure,
What’s gone is lost forever.
And I must find a way to live
In silent darkness, if I can.
ljm

don't you hide
under that waterline
as light hits
you beautifully shine
don't ever hesitate to fall
crying isn't shameful at all
dear little tear
I sense your fear
you fear the criticizm
the laughs
the ridicule and pain
but know one thing dear friend
you have so much to gain
nature made it this way
let yourself drop free
it isn't a weakness
it makes us stronger, you see
I'd love you to stay
but it's time to say goodbye
you've lingered for too long
you must part from the eye

you call yourself a hopeless romantic
because you've repeatedly failed at love
but you overlook the fact
that a hundred girls
are fantasizing about you this very instant

you're insecure about your looks
because you were bullied for it long ago
the memories taunt you, haunt you
yet you choose to ignore
how a hundred girls
drool at the sight of your chiseled physique

you think you're not good enough for love
that you won't find the perfect girl
you wont find perfection, that's a fact
but one day when you find the one
she will be perfect for you, and you for her
and the hundred girls will be sobbing,
hopelessly craving your love