I keep my paintbrush with me,
where ever 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-that
you might laugh or say mean things.
I'm afraid I might lose you
I'd like to remove all my coats of paint
to show you the real,true me.
But I want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what you see.
so if you will be patient and close your eyes,
I'll strip off all 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.
And if you still love with all that you see,
you are my friend,as pure and rare as gold.
I need to save my paintbrush though,
and hold it in my hand.
I want to keep it ready,
In case somebody doesn't understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend,
and thanks for loving me true.
But let me keep my paintbrush with me,
until I love me, too.
