Is there more to me,
am I any kind of mystery?
I sit looking down on myself and I just can’t tell.
I had a kaleidoscope mind once,
was an optimist too.
The fizz is gone, it’s simple flat.
The colours have washed out, the psychedelic swirls are now just whitewashed walls.
Take me out of place,
anywhere but here.
Change my mind,
wipe my personality.
Save me from myself
Written by 16 year old Dee Thomson