If I'm gold I act like a two-year-old

If I'm blue, what a crime to commit around you

I'm incapable of fitting the immaculate mold

Chameleons can't keep up with a backdrop forever new


Today my eyes were tinged with red

While yours melted into the screen

When fixed on me, they roll to the back of your head

Blinding yourself to what I've been feeling


Keep telling me I can let my true colors shine

After throwing me into a pit of darkness

I turn green for the freedom to unwind

With a purpose comes my iridescence


When I'm gold, I'm a silly two-year-old

And going blue is an offensive crime to you

I cannot mimic the picture perfect mold

As chameleons can't match a backdrop eternally new




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