Changing colors like the eyes and skins of chameleons.

See the woman who you talk to fall for you only in time is a waste of time. They should have been there outright especially when they were rude stepping in the hells of high hell and stabbing you. Anywhere they could hurt you they did and you just went off. What changes for them to ever see you as you want to ever hope they could but no they don't. They just expect the voice they suddenly hear was meant for them in their lonely instance of realizing there is no one there in their lives and never again. And never again will they find the sun of reaching out to people without the guise of school. Hold on in desperation even though they killed it.  They killed it and all they can do is pause and look at you and don't have the courage and what you just do. Is leave. Walk away and never let them say they were cool anyway. Changed colors like the yes and skins of chameleons. For what they thought then they surely have changed their color. Their eyes chasing a new religious voice as god speaking to them. Its not vain when you turn it anyway and realize what it was in the first place. They don't still even like. They still don't even like you just like the chance of a life with you but surely don't even know a thing about you just because they are desperate now. This is their own only choice. But its not. But its not. Their choice could have just been reached at all to ever become a mutual thing only if they were not jerks in the first place. But no, they waste their time finally seeing what you saw. But never will you give them the chance to waste your time when they surely are just not serious and only on the sum of a need they do this deed. Changing colors like the eyes and skins of chameleons and if they got violet eyes, let em go. Let em go.