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Changed my color for you
I shed my coat with caution
I lack the beauty you display
See here there are the bruises
And some were self-inflicted
And some showed up along the way
So I nod my head
I'm ready for the world to see
The secret I kept here inside the man you thought id be
Slip into coma calm
The coma where I calm myself down
Here come excuses why I let you down

Stand by for another breakdown
Sound off the alarm
Is this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn’t become
Chameleon boy
Chameleon boy

So now we’ve come upon the hardest thing I've ever done
It's telling you that I’m a mess
What sort of mess I mean
Is self-destructive gasoline
The kind that strips you of your best
And while I play instead the way that most would end up dead
You sleep alone at home and wish that I was in our bed
With this I’m telling you
My color changes back to blue
How do I ask you this
Will you help me through

Stand by for another breakdown
Sound off the alarm
Is this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn’t become
Stand by for another breakdown
Sound off the alarm
Is this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn’t become
Chameleon boy
Chameleon boy

I try to think of all the people I look up to
Or growing up who would I be
Now the twisted part
Where’d all my idols end up
They all passed away
Passed away

Stand by
Its chameleon boy
Stand by
Its chameleon boy
Chameleon Boy
I'm chameleon boy...
Chameleon boy...
Changed my color for you   I shed my coat with caution   I lack the beauty you display   See here there are the bruises   And some were self-inflicted   And some showed up along the way   So I nod my head   I'm ready for the world to see   The secret I kept here inside the man you thought id be   Slip into coma calm   The coma where I calm myself down   Here come excuses why I let you down      Stand by for another breakdown   Sound off the alarm   Is this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn’t become   Chameleon boy   Chameleon boy      So now we’ve come upon the hardest thing I've ever done   It's telling you that I’m a mess   What sort of mess I mean   Is self-destructive gasoline   The kind that strips you of your best   And while I play instead the way that most would end up dead   You sleep alone at home and wish that I was in our bed   With this I’m telling you   My color changes back to blue   How do I ask you this   Will you help me through      Stand by for another breakdown   Sound off the alarm   Is this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn’t become   Stand by for another breakdown   Sound off the alarm   Is this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn’t become   Chameleon boy   Chameleon boy      I try to think of all the people I look up to   Or growing up who would I be   Now the twisted part   Where’d all my idols end up   They all passed away   Passed away      Stand by   Its chameleon boy   Stand by   Its chameleon boy   Chameleon Boy   I'm chameleon boy...   Chameleon boy...