The Canvas of Me '26

For. One. You don't. Know Me./And for. Two... You Don't. Know Me./Yeaahh-Ohh-Yeaahh!

I wear my smile like it's painted glass/Fragile but bright it hides my past/They see the shimmer but not the cracks/A masterpiece no one asks

I’m the canvas of me/Colors clash and they bleed/Pretty chaos for the crowd to see/But no one knows the girl underneath/I’m the canvas of me

Laughter echoes like a hollow sound/In a room full of faces I feel unwound/They say I’ve got it all figured out/But my art whispers what I’m about/They call me golden they call me free/But there's a storm in the gallery/I’m torn in two I’m lost and found/Living loud but silence surrounds

I’m the canvas of me/Colors clash and they bleed/Pretty chaos for the crowd to see/But no one knows the girl underneath/I’m the canvas of me/I’m the canvas of me/Colors clash and they bleed/Pretty chaos for the crowd to see/But no one knows the girl underneath/I’m the canvas of me

Yeaahh-Ohh-Yeaahh!

I’m the canvas of me/(I’m the canvas of me)/Colors clash and they bleed/(and they bleed)/Pretty chaos for the crowd to see/(Pretty chaos for the crowd)/But no one knows the girl underneath/(No one knows me underneath)/I’m the canvas of me

Yeaahh-Ohh-Yeaahh!