The Artist

Look at that lonely boy, painting in the dark

Not yet wounded, still carrying innocence’s mark

He's sitting in his chamber, painting a tree

This boy has not met you, and can not yet see

He’s never faced romance

He’s never felt love

He lives in his dream world, on the clouds above

Then he met you, you ruined his art

You took his paintings, and ripped them apart

Once he was happy, once he was glad

The he faced romance, it took all he had

All he wanted was to create magnificent art

Oh little girl, why did you tear his heart apart?