Chameleon
It is just raining.
It is just micro macro mood.
It is just no words to say.
It is just being in love.
It is just fragility.
It's so unknown... aha... aha.
Aha... aha.
It's that I shouldn't talk no more.
I shouldn't talk no more.
I hold a chameleon in my heart,
disastrous and divine.
And I'm never alone
and he is my guide.
And I'm never alone
and he is my guide.
And he is my guide.
It's just ridiculous.
It is just how much I ignore.
It is just they are talking to me.
It's that I want to understand.
It is just the way it works.
It is just too many chains sometimes.
It's that I should stop speaking now.
I should stop speaking now.
I hold a chameleon in my heart,
disastrous and divine.
And I'm never alone,
and he is my guide.
And I'm never alone
and he is my guide.
I hold a chameleon in my heart,
disastrous and divine.
And I'm never alone,
and he is my guide.
And I'm never alone
and he is my guide.
I hold a chameleon in my heart,
disastrous and divine.
And I'm never alone,
and he is my guide.
And I'm never alone
and he is my guide.
