Born of the summer,
I gravitate towards fire.
Passionate in temper,
I'm no longer tounge-tied.
It's just the Leo inside.
Vain in manor,
I'm forever chameleon.
I'd rather keep them guessing.
Craving attention,
I don't share the spot light.
It's just the Leo inside.
Your opinion means nothing,
because I'm always right.
If I were wrong I'd never admit it.
I'm too stubborn to apologize.
It's just the Leo inside.
What's a lion without his pride.
In solitude I'll live this life.