The Artist by Gray Haze Lyrics

Dear bully,

You turned my best friend into an artist.

All those colorful words you threw her way
She used those.
You know, all the times you pushed her down and said she wasn't enough?
She listened.
You added color to my best friend's world with words like:

Trick,
Slut,
Hoe,
Worthless,
Tramp,
Slow,
See you painted a picture in her head, and etched it into her mind
And she took it upon herself to make something physical.

You turned my best friend into an artist.
The pain you caused her, the hurt, it fueled her passion to paint, so paint she did
Colored her inside with medications:

Blues,
Reds,
Greens,
It was like a rainbow.

You know, she stopped coming to school because of you
Because of you
She worked on those art projects all too well
She was beautiful and you made her feel otherwise
So, she painted herself and you still didn't respect her
So, she painted again and you still laughed at her
So, she painted again and you still attacked her
So, she painted again and you still shunned her
So, she painted again, and again, and again and you still broke her, washed her away, down the drain like she did her palettes at night, tossed her to the side like nothin'
Like wasted paint.

You turned my best friend into an artist.

An artist who became her art;
An artist who painted pictures all too vividly;
An artist who painted pictures that no one else could see;
An artist that took her art all too seriously;
An artist who painted a picture she never should've painted;
An artist who painted her last picture yesterday.
You turned my best friend into an artist!

And because of you she's no longer here
Because of you...
Because you turned my best friend into an artist who replaced her brushes for her razor and her canvas for her wrist.

Sincerely,

The bystander