I'm stuck here wondering why you left
I'm stuck here wondering if its true
am i the one who was played
or was it really you
i guess it does not matter now
because everything is the same
cant find my way out
im on the floor crying my herat and soul out

P AINTING Im stuck in ruck
A ll my daubings come out the same
I agree with my Tutor my talent is muck
N o famous Art Critics relish my name
T oo bad as an Artist Ill never gain fame
I paint every day ~ I daub every night
N ew Towns and Old Towns and Ladies I like
G osh when they see my portraits it gives then a FRIGHT !
PAINTING ~ IM STUCK IN A RUCK ! Thanks for reading !

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