My drawings, my art,
My thoughts my heart
with every line i pour my soul
can you find all these pieces and make me whole can you see the story on every page?
can you see the sorrow behind my rage,
will you demand the truth when i lie?
and wipe away my tears when i cry?
for every rip and every tear,
my art is a testament to what was there
my art is true my art is real
my art is everything that i feel
its how i sustain this icy heart that i steal...