10.There Goes My Inspiration
They say pain can bring out the artist's best
But since you've been gone, i just can't care less
Common sense doesn't realize
It can hurt so bad
Everyday i sit in my garret staring at the floor
But my heart isn't in it anymore
There goes my inspiration
My reason for creation
There goes my inspiration
I felt it fly away when you said goodbye
Me and gaugin used to party down
I was hung in the louvre, i was renoir's pal
Vincent van gogh used to joke with me
Now they don't come 'round
It's all over town that the master's lost his touch
I'm so lost i can hardly hold a brush
And now my palette is a sorry mix of grey and brown
And all the other art lovers stay away
'cause i'm bringing them down
Now i wander the left bank every day
Searching for my muse in sad cafes
Peddle my oils to the galleries
But they turn me down
Everybody says i'm a master of technique
But the style and the sentiment is weak
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