I paint with acryllics but still its just skilless.
I put in the effort but then start to spill it.
Spill the talent, kill it and stab it, Make it a habit.
Spit on my words and run like a rabbit. Just thought i had it,
but no its not there. They all start to stare.

Staring at nothing, Nothing but fussing.
They all bring me down. My eyes start the shutting.
They all keep me running.

But running from stupidity. My potential's infinity.
I have the ambition sitting right in front of me.
But does it really take a gun to see?
Forget the affinity. You can do better.
Dont need an epiphany, move on and forget her.

My eyes open up. Shes not enough.
Need someone who cares, someone whos there,
one i can hold and keep from her fears.

Thought i'd never let it go. She'd be another episode.
She stomped on my toes, left me lonely and cold.
Its Kind of embarassing. Its her i was carrying. I gave all the signs.
but she didnt care to see, one bit of anything. Its really quite menacing.

Thinking back? It was an act. I gave the signs,
but in fact, they only lacked. They lacked openess. I shoudve focused in.
Actually told her my feelings with a closed fist! But i didnt say anything!
Waiting for her to sing! Peddling and peddling! The road was never ending!
Feelings Unsettling...
I feel so stupid waiting for cupid. She was excluded! I shouldve moved in!

From all of the fussing. I just left out one thing.
Its her who has moved on and im left with nothing...