they say home is where your heart is, but how do you know that when you lost your heart in the art?
I am like a page ripped to the core
already bent over and judged by its cover

you may have seen my worst
but not my best, that's where you're wrong
I'm not just a cover, there's a story inside of me, everyone has it
and if there wasn't for the worst, there wouldn't be and you wouldn't see the best of me

there's a lot of pages,
maybe wrecked but still holding on to

I have black and white days, but when the rainbow comes you'd forget about the awful times
There's a lot I can say, but I feel like I'm not heard, but just listened to