i am an artist
i wonâ??t crawl
iâ??ll paint a picture of my heart
and hang it on a wall
itâ??s my sweet release
itâ??s my masterpiece
hanging on a wall in a museum
you can hurt me
but iâ??ll fight back
iâ??ll rearrange the shadows and the light
til the colors turn to black
til my broken heart
is a work of art
hanging on a wall in a museum
and iâ??ll paint the golden summers
and iâ??ll paint the starry nights
and iâ??ll paint the bloody battles
and the refuse of the fight
like a message in a bottle
like a ghost beyond the grave
youâ??re looking for some meaning
but itâ??s my life iâ??m trying to save
i am a stranger
to myself
not living breathing flesh and blood
but dust upon a shelf
itâ??s my joy and my strife
itâ??s my lot in life
to be hanging on a wall in a museum