I feel them begin in my spine traveling upSometimes black and sometimes brightly huedDays cold, my soul safely shriveled in its cupI need you more than ever to keep me gluedFeet planted, purple painted toes dug into the earthI feel,...

You're a chameleon changing your spotsSaying the words you think should be heardPleasing every one and no one, your heart rotsThat's fine, of course, whatever, how absurdTaking on hues and tones of those around youBlending, never calling attention your wayLosing...