And I guess it hides me
from what scares me
from what I'm afraid of.
I'm afraid you hate me
and if I wear it
you don't
you never will.
And I guess it changes me
into something I'm not.
Something less alluring
'cause if I'm not desired
you won't love me
I won't love you
and no one will get hurt.
And I guess fate is stronger
than it.
It's the color of mud and
leaves
the color of juvinality
the color of stupidity.
And then fate, the wind
blows it off
and you see the color I really
am:
the color of a sweet, soft
rain
the color of delicate rose
petals
and the color of me.