Me And My Paintbrush


I keep my paint brush with me. Wherever I may go
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn’t show.
I’m so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you’ll do.
You might laugh or say mean things;
I’m afraid I might lose you.
I’d like to remove all of my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand
I need you to like what you see.
So if you’ll be patient and close your eyes
I’ll strip off my coats real slow,
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show
Now my coats are all stripped off
I feel naked, bare and cold,
If you still love me with all that you see
You are my friend pure as gold
I need to save my paint brush though
And hold it in my hand. I want to keep it handy
In case somebody don’t understand.
So please protect me my dear friend,
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paint brush with me
Until I love me, too.


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