True Colours

I meander
I twist and curve

I meander, in spite of everything I am
It keeps you all at distance, away

There's a compromise I'm living with
A made up semblance
A structure that expects too much of me
My only sense of self is gone

I'm fastened to a role
I'll show a hundred thousand faces
Through millions of mazes I roam

I'm stuck inside a role
Reveal a hundred thousand faces
Through millions of mazes

Who am I? I don't remember
'Cause I'll meander
I try to stay on your good side
and keep you at a distance, afar

There's a compromise I'm living with
A made up semblance
A structure that expects too much of me
My only sense of self is gone

I'm fastened to a role
I'll show a hundred thousand faces
Through millions of mazes I roam

I'm stuck inside a role
Reveal a hundred thousand faces
Through millions of mazes

I've lost my way
Caught in black and white
Discoloured
Bailed out, grayed out

Can we somehow learn to live in our skin?
We bail out, gray out forever