My jacket has three pocketsOne that’s on the insideIt holds the keys to my lifeThe things I’m afraid no to hideLook at me and I’ll let you seeWhoever you think I should beA left if you’ll be high tonightThe other if you believe what is rightAll I want is just to be your friendBut my hands are tied up nowI have not a hand to lendPlease don’t try to ask me howWhy should I know? I’m running the showChameleon, I am, constantly changing my colorsWhen will you see the real meAs time goes on I’m losing youBut I’m finding myself againSomeone I’ll have with me until the endI have found my long lost friendBecause I knocked on the doors of the God that lives within meNow I’ve outgrown my jacketIt could only go so farWe all have a great needTo open up and be loved for who we areGetting real was not for meBut it’s the only way I found to be freeThere’s no need to be heart shyI’d rather breathe life than dieAll I want is for my pain to endSo I’ll let my hands loose nowSo I can have a hand to lendYou can try to ask me howI’m sure I know – God’s running my show