Everything Is Wrong

All the world's a stageand all can play their partWords to live by, that's what she saidThings were good thenShe was like money in the bankThat's exactly the words that she usedAnd she was talentedDying for her artShe was a number twowho never got the partAnd now everythingEverything is wrongEverything is wrongHe painted for yearsand then he painted herWorld alive, colors livingAnd when she lefthe snuck over and painted her apartmentThe morning light is so unforgivingAnd he was the next Van Goghcutting of his earHe wanted to show upbut could only disappearAnd now everythingEverything is wrongEverything is wrongAnd he was the next Van Goghcutting of his earHe wanted to show upbut could only disappearAnd now everythingEverything is wrongOh yeah, everythingEverything is wrongOh yes, everythingEverything is wrongEverything is wrong