There is nothing I cant tell you that'll make you understand
There's no magic, there's no substance
That'll tell me what you think.
Have I ever been a subject or an object in your head
Changing colors that will suit you
Changing faces like a clown.
My last change to be coherent, my last day to be naïve
My last shot at all my manners
My first day with all my dreams.
You'll be tender, you'll get better
You don't see it, give it time
You don't need them, you don't won't miss them.
Its is over, you re all mine.
Have I ever been a subject or an object in your head
Changing colors that will suit you
Changing faces like a clown.