December 2, 2010

Canvas

I don't think you see what I see when you look at me
I see flaws and imperfections, but you see beauty
You see me as a canvas, I can become anything
So don't ask why I try to fit in a mold
When I have my own wings.

I hope to grow beautiful someday
I hope to grow beautiful someday
I hope to grow beautiful someday
I hope to grow beautiful someday

I don't think I see what you see when I look in the mirror
You see a tender heart but I see weird.
You see me as a canvas, I can become anything
Don't ask why I want to be heard,
But I'm afraid to sing...

I hope to grow beautiful someday
I hope to grow beautiful someday
I hope to grow beautiful someday
I hope to grow beautiful someday

Everything is a work in progress. 

Edit: due to some expressed confusion on the part of a select few of you, yes, I wrote this song. It is my own. =] 

2 comments:

alexinksit said...

Awww. That's really pretty, Coley.

Nicole said...

lex (:
thanks.