People are loosing good use of their senses
A thin line between reality and fantasy
Don’t think I can really trust you
Not everything I tell you or expose
If I could entirely trust you
I’d say I suppose
But you show me I can’t
Despite your fake smile, you just pose
You’re a chameleon
A leopard never changes its spots
Get me in a false sense of trust
But I know a leopard never changes its spots