I write the songs that no-one ever hears
Mine is a face that no-one would revere
My voice is loud but barely makes a sound
My light is brightest when nobody's around
I don't seek celebrity
Plasticised identity
Constrained creativity
Rather be a falling tree
My colours change with shadows and sunbeams
My mind's a chaos of nightmares, thoughts and dreams
My mood is shifting and volatile at times
My skin is patterned with unique fractal lines
I don't seek celebrity
Plasticised identity
Constrained creativity
Rather be a falling tree
I don't seek celebrity
Plasticised identity
Constrained creativity
Proud to be a falling tree