And you might think the end is on the brink.
And now I believe in something I believe, or not.
And all I do is sit and pity you
When I should be laughing at the things I haven't got.
Now I don't know how I'm a chameleon now.
You hate me? Take me.
All I wanted was to come back down.
You need me? Keep me.
Leave me haunted by what I burned down.
And all this time, I leave you here behind.
And now I believe in something I believe, or not.
And all I do is sit and pity you
When I should be laughing at the things I haven't got.
Now I don't know how I'm a chameleon now.
You hate me? Take me.
All I wanted was to come back down.
You need me? Keep me.
Keep me haunted by what I burned down.
You hate me? Take me.
All I wanted was to come back down.
You need me? Keep me.
Keep me haunted by what I burned down.
What could I do?
What more could I do?
What more could I do?
What more could I do?
What more could I do?
What more could I do?
What more could I do
To you to never lose the things I haven't yet?