Hand me a brush & let me paint you
  a picture of how I want you to see me
  you don't have to know
  what happens behind these closed doors
      you can say what you wanna say
  but it's not going away
  do you hear me when I speak?
  can you lift me when I'm weak?
  can you feel it when I hurt?
  tell me does this mean to you
  what it means to me?
      What if I ripped out the pages of this story
  just to rewrite it,
  rearrange all the pieces until they fit
  You don't even know
  how good it makes me feel when I see you glow