Do you ever feel you are in a purgatory of your own making?
Do you ever wish something would transition
Transition to the side where I am living again
push me to the side that isn't so stale

The side that doesn't resemble the exhausted tune you can't get out of your head
The side whose lyrics aren't tired, whose shoes aren't worn
Something new, neither black or white

A place where there isn't only black and white,
Let me find the gray area and live in it
for although it's uncomfortable,
it is far more colorful than anywhere I have previously been