Chameleon
I don't know what to think about prosperity
My life lines have all run out
I can't blend, I pretend to know my history
My self esteem is on the mend
I've learned I've lost my straight face
It's gone away with my old threads
I can't lie anymore. The surface is just such a bore
If I find someone I like I melt
I don't feel so at home on this Earth anymore
I feel so lost and alone, what am I hoping for?
I'm washed up, can't you see?
I hope you'll leave me be eventually
I've got my broken society and overworked dichotomy
I'd rather be depressed with myself
Is weird a strange thing to be?
Is weird a strange thing we see?
I feel a little over stressed and under dressed
I feel a little self obsessed
It's just how Frank had raised me to be
I don't feel so at home on this Earth anymore
I feel so lost and alone, what am I hoping for?
Autor(es): Pinhead Reverie
