as I'm the worst of all.

I'm trying to paint a portrait...
but you don't look the same...
and everytime the brush hits the canvas...
All I draw are blanks...
Your eyes used to calm me
Your smile used to put me in a daze
I'm trying to capture them both...But you don't look the same
The person who's posing for me isn't the person I used to see

I keep painting and it's becoming clear The person I love just isn't here...

So now a blank portrait hangs in the gallery of my mind
No face just a frame
But it's ok you keep moving foward
And as for me it's back to the drawing board.