Hand me a brush & let me paint you

a picture of how I want you to see me

you don't have to know

what happens behind these closed doors





you can say what you wanna say

but it's not going away

do you hear me when I speak?

can you lift me when I'm weak?

can you feel it when I hurt?

tell me does this mean to you

what it means to me?





What if I ripped out the pages of this story

just to rewrite it,

rearrange all the pieces until they fit

You don't even know

how good it makes me feel when I see you glow