The Artists of Yesterday

i used to be an artist
who painted in rhyme
and you pretended to care
and we wasted our time

now words have failed me
when there's so much to say
and they're festering inside
and they're rotting away

you used to be an artist
who shaped pretty lies
and i pretended to believe
and you avoided my eyes

now deception has failed you
when the truth was set free
and you avoid the world
and you sail out to sea