You see me in the streets I got my ripped up jeans and a face that says "look but don't touch"
See me on my mean machine with my leather jacket with a look you're scared to decipher
See me in pink I can talk like I own being a blonde
See me in a dress, ha that'll never happen, but if somehow it does you'll see I can wear formal as an expression
See me on a horse with my cowgirl hat, you'd think I'd never known any other life
With only back roads and the stars to keep me company
See me with paint on my face or my hands covered in lead, you'd think art was my life
See the pages and pages I've written you'd think you've had to of seen my work because no one that's written that much couldn't be published
See me in my room doing homework and you'd believe I'm a nerd and that's how I've only always spent my life
And there's so many more
The point is, you can't look at me once and fit me with an accurate stereotype
I've been everything
I can change in an instant with simply putting on a hat and losing a jacket
To actually know every side of me, you'd have to see me more than you think