and i guess
what i regret most
was my bitterness.
i missed out
on two years of possible chances
on two years of getting to knows
on two years of actually belonging.
i missed out
on two years.
and now i'm paying for it.
"i'm just the painter"
i keep saying.
"i'm just the painter"
and it remains true and true.
painting is fun,
for so long.
i want to be part
of the stage.