Adapting to different surroundings,
Changing your views day by day,
Too critical of others
When you too are at fault.
Several sets of opinions
Like colours to camouflage yourself.
Like a fox sly in your manuvres,
Too soon youll get caught unawares.
Sometimes I feel pity,
Sometimes I feel hatred...
Sometimes youre my friend,
Sometimes youre my enemy.
Ill never give you the satisfaction
Of knowing how I feel.
