I keep my pain brush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn't show.
I'm so araid to show you me,
Afraid of what you'll do-that
You might laugh or say mean things.
I'm afraid I might lose you.
I'd like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what
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