Spoiler
I'm not the best at grammar or well, writing in general, so feel free to be nitnicky (as people say a lot on here). I appreciate it.
You’re like a painting
That is left in an attic
And no one has ever seen it
Until one day someone comes along
And puts it on the wall
And suddenly everybody loves it
But you were beautiful when you still lived in the attic
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like
If someone hadn’t picked you up
And dusted you off
And sometimes I wonder what you would be like
If I were still the only one
Who knew you
