Chameleon Boy
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I changed my color for you
I shed my coat with caution
I lack the beauty you display
See here there are the bruises
And some were self-inflicted
And some showed up along the way
So I nod my head
Im ready for the world to see
The secret I kept here inside the man you thought I'd be
Slip into coma calm
The coma where I calm myself down
Here comes excuses why I let you down
Stand by for another breakdown
Sound off the alarm
Is this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldnt become?
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