Chameleon
There's a chameleon living in my closet
who likes to hide in my clothes
And when I pull my shirt over my head
It crawls under my skin
And changes the color of my soul.
who likes to hide in my clothes
And when I pull my shirt over my head
It crawls under my skin
And changes the color of my soul.
♠ ♠ ♠
Thought I'd put some of my old poetry up for the hell of it.