tell me what to be
I've spent my life as a chameleon.
my head hurts from the smoke
of crashing and burning
too many times to count,
and I've turned into the flames this time.
you don't mean a thing to me
and yet I can feel my skin changing.
you don't mean a thing to me
but I'm tired of being grey
and searching
and camouflaging
and I can feel my skin crawling.
tell me to be brilliant
and I will swallow the stars.
tell me to be heartless
and I will sharpen the blade myself.
my head hurts, just tell it to be okay.
I am a chameleon
tell me to be myself.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
tell me what to be
I've spent my life as a chameleon.
my head hurts from the smoke
of crashing and burning
too many times to count,
and I've turned into the flames this time.
you don't mean a thing to me
and yet I can feel my skin changing.
you don't mean a thing to me
but I'm tired of being grey
and searching
and camouflaging
and I can feel my skin crawling.
tell me to be brilliant
and I will swallow the stars.
tell me to be heartless
and I will sharpen the blade myself.
my head hurts, just tell it to be okay.
I am a chameleon
tell me to be myself.
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