There are those who think that I am strange
My aura gives off fuchsia and violet
With shades of grey
If I am a balloon it wanders aimlessly
From concrete jungles to enchanted forests
And into the hands of a lonely princess
The upset kicks in when they tell me to change
And that I couldn't but I want to blend in so dearly
So you would put a hex on my frown
Turning sour plums to bright sweet oranges
Whispering almost silently with a cute grin
And hypnotic gaze that
You wouldn't have me any other way
Crowning my forehead with a magic kiss
Fate wasn't the same ever since