Welcome to my life, it's a very simple mixture.
I have a lamp to read books and a brush to paint pictures.

There lives enemies on my left, and bill collectors on my right.
I avoid the left and pay the right- through the work with all my might.
They keep me so busy that I have no peace of mind.
My books go unread and my pictures stay white.
It's a luxury to sleep with one eye shut at night.

You may be wondering how things got so bad for me?
When all I wanted was some time to paint and read.
Well it's got everything to do with the fact that I didn't think.
About who was my friend I only cared about MY dreams.

I knew a man named Talent. He blessed me with his wisdom.
He gave me ability to be the best at any skill I picked on.
But Talent told me never to be over confident.
Because to many outside sources played a part in my success.

I didn't listen well, I guess.
Cause now all I got is a mess.
But I sue am talented! ...
To bad nobody gives an S! (shit)

I spent my whole damn life trying to do things alone.
In a world full of people I never thought I'd need to know.

It's not that I was trying be real selfish.
I thought I'd help the world after I helped myself first!

Nobody wants my talent or my friendship anymore.
all they want is my money or to see me fall short.
And all I have is my one lamp and one brush for support.

I wish I would have made more friends
but I choose talent over them.
(It's like that.)

...

:)
RB