Everywhere I go it's always just the same.
Condescending eyes that stare without an understanding.
Forever hold my tongue for fear of harsh reprisal.
It wouldn't change the game, just fuel the fires of condemnation.

I'll be your canvas,
Take your brush and illustrate a cliche.

Paint me a picture,
Get it all down.
Remove the lines from my face,
And retouch my frown.

Draw a smile that suits you,
To hide my pain inside.
But I'll resurrect myself,
Before your color dries

You don't know my name but label me without a reason
It must be good to know, that you're so high on moral standing
You're oblivious to those that don't share your conviction
I wouldn't want to be so out of touch with my surroundings

I'll be your canvas,
Take your brush and illustrate a cliche.

Paint me a picture,
Get it all down.
Remove the lines from my face,
And retouch my frown.

Draw a smile that suits you,
To hide my pain inside.
But I'll resurrect myself,
Before your color dries

Paint me a picture,
Draw it all down
Remove my true identity
And make me a clown