I always brought my paint-brush wherever I go if I needed to cover from the real me
I’m too afraid to show the real me
Afraid what would I do, afraid they will laugh or making fun at me
I’m afraid if I must lose them
I want to be released from this paint cover, to show you the real me
But I need them to understand, to take what they will see
If they be patient enough, I will leave all my cover slowly
Please help me to understand how it hurts to let people know the real me
Now all my cover is gone
I feel naked and cold
And if they still love me the way I am
Then they are my friends as pure as gold
But still, I need to keep my paint brush
And hold it in my hand
I just want to be well prepared
For someone who don’t understand me
Please protect me my dear friend
And thank you for your truly love
But let me keep my paint brush
Until I love myself
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