I'm staring at the mirror, but it's a stranger's face
Another version of me I've built to take their place
And piece by piece I shed my skin, like I'm wearing someone new
Can't help to question them, asking "Who the f*ck are you?"
When every smile feels borrowed, even laughter feels fake
Is this all that I am now? Alive for someone else's sake?
And if I peel away the layers, tell me what will I find?
A hollow, aching, nothing? Or a spark that might be mine
Oh, Chameleon, who are you tonight?
Do you love the way you look in someone else's light?
Do you like the way they see you, or does it make you sick?
Chameleon, which version will stick?
I walk into the room, and my colors start to change
Adapting to the people, who will never feel the same
So someone tell me, am I happy or sad?
Have to blend in to survive, but I'm breaking fast
When every word feels scripted, every move is rehearsed
I crave their validation, but it only makes it worse
So is this all that I am now? A puppet on their string
They're living for the show, while I lose everything
Oh, Chameleon, who are you today?
Do you love you've become? Or are you wasting away?
Do you like the things your doing? Or just the praise they bring?
Chameleon, do you feel anything?
What if I burned it all? If I tore down the disguise?
Would I find the truth? Or would it just be more lies?
I want to stop hiding, but I don't know how
To be anything but this, right here, right now