Chameleon, Chameleon
Chameleon, Chameleon
Come out, come out, whoever you are
Are you nice today, or even
Pretending to be different
Changing your name every day
Each day a new skin, discard
Until they pile up on the floor
But someday very soon,
You’ll run out of costumes
Leaving bare your ugly soul
Your ugly soul, you can’t hide
Your makeup and cheap disguise
They shall be your demise
So beware, ‘cause someday soon
You’ll run out of new costumes
Chameleon, Chameleon
No amounts of makeup can hide
That horribly ugly self inside
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writing prompts for the win
enough said
oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm hyper and i've writing prompts for poems from helium tonight so i'll stay up and write :DDDDDDDDD or try to, until I crash
be prepared :D
momamoose
