I tore down the foundation of where we began in...
Where once we stood as high school sweethearts...

Colors flow across my skin in the form of makeup,
Hiding the things I do not want to face...

Lately I feel like one big question mark
I no longer know where I belong...

I am more than the messes I've made
More than the causes I've lost...

Since i was 9 i was the fat kid
Unloved by my father...

I feel like this is where I end
In the parking lot of a thrifty wash...

You want to keep things separate
Until I am doing the separating...

My eyes are the trees
Brown roots with green breaking through...

I see you.
Here, there...

I owe nothing to the demons in my closet
I am here despite them...

Tell me I'm beautiful
That the sun shines from within me...

What do you see when you look at me?
My eyes, the brown and green blending together...