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 manuuvres, Too soon you'll get caught unawares. Sometimes I feel pity, Sometimes I feel hatred... Sometimes you're my friend, Sometimes you're my enemy. I'll never give you the satisfaction Of knowing how I feel.
