I once painted a spider pink
because I thought it’d look pretty sweet;
I once used green chalk to draw arrows
to my direction around my street.
Did anyone ever dare to find me?
I guess not because they never looked
and still to this day, I haven’t been found
and still I am misunderstood.
Someone probably stood on that spider;
my arrows washed away by rain showers
I guess what I’m trying to tell you now
is that I’ve never been like the others.
FIND ME ON: