I am an artist
I'll paint a smile
And pretend its ok
For only a while
I am an artist
I'll erase this frown
And pretend its ok
When I'm really down
I am an artist
I'll cover these tears
And pretend its ok
For you my dears
I am an artist
I'll cover the pain
and pretend its ok
until I go insane
I am an artist
and I pretend its ok
nothing will be changed
By the things you do and say
so I'll paint over your grin
and erase your joy
I am not your play thing
I am not your toy
I do not wish your opinion
I do not wish your grace
There's nothing more I'd like to do
than break your pretty face
I'll paint my little pictures
though they may not be your view
you'll just have to deal with it
cause they're what I do
a girl on the ground
a gun pressed to her head
a boy crying
over a lover he found dead
and do not be surprised
if this is something you see
it wont be my little drawings
lying on your floor, it'll be me.
