Changing Colors
Changing Colors
My friends used to make me feels like I'm the best person alive
They used to praise me for nothing
Everything is good about me
I'm really good at hiding
When the sunrises I look at that orange color tell the sky that I'm out of control
When the moon turned into pink I say to myself it changes colors just like me
When the moon turned red I see it and laugh at myself everything is fine but I lost my common sense
My friends just want me to see good in me
But, the truth is God knows me as no one can know
He knows my true colors
I have to accept my mistake and be in white or black.
