I look outside and I see
that there is a bastard and it’s me
i wish I lived in a painting
I wouldn’t have to worry people will hate me
hang me up in a gallery
I am just another Mallory
if I were a work of art people could admire
If i was hung up high maybe it could make my spirits even higher
Think about my meaning cause it’s one I don’t know either
at least if I was a painting I wouldn’t be an eyesore
instead of my love that could never come to fruition
I could give people an ambition
and for once maybe he would see my features all of the bright and vivid tones
combined with my shadows
Possibly that way he’d actually fall in love with me