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Living in a world of grey Though only black and white Are the colors that I see Whether day or night I just really can't believe That what You see is true And how can you tell me That i should feel like you Seeing flowers trees and birds And plays, and sad, sad movies Does not invoke such thoughts you see And you can't show them to me My world is perfect, pristine and white You nought but trespass here What audacity you have To say my world is weird My heart is great and deep and wide More empty than the night I rather think you cluttered Sure you have your feelings right? Through depths of sorrow can I waltz Like floating on the breeze Your happines is much too loud And unplesant for me I still can't figure how you get So angry and upset Over things that others do When still you've never met Please instruct me, teach me Oh great, wise, philosopher Just how it is I need Your feelings that occur You say I'm broken, strange, messed up You say you can help I say if you are that good at it Then you should help yourself Your social customs, curticies You do them without purpose You cling so tightly hold them close I gladly call them worthless I'm not so cold and callused As though it prolly seems I'm really still working on Which response you need I may not cry when someone falls Whether you or I But I can promise I'll be the first To help your tears to dry Friend and family and acquaintance All mean the same to me I'll gladly help you when you need With no return or fee Eating breathing sometimes bleeding Still less man than machine Dont be so surprised when I Respond mechanically Living in a world of grey Though only black and white Are the colors that I see There's only wrong or right
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
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Living in a world of grey Though only black and white Are the colors that I see Whether day or night I just really can't believe That what You see is true And how can you tell me That i should feel like you Seeing flowers trees and birds And plays, and sad, sad movies Does not invoke such thoughts you see And you can't show them to me My world is perfect, pristine and white You nought but trespass here What audacity you have To say my world is weird My heart is great and deep and wide More empty than the night I rather think you cluttered Sure you have your feelings right? Through depths of sorrow can I waltz Like floating on the breeze Your happines is much too loud And unplesant for me I still can't figure how you get So angry and upset Over things that others do When still you've never met Please instruct me, teach me Oh great, wise, philosopher Just how it is I need Your feelings that occur You say I'm broken, strange, messed up You say you can help I say if you are that good at it Then you should help yourself Your social customs, curticies You do them without purpose You cling so tightly hold them close I gladly call them worthless I'm not so cold and callused As though it prolly seems I'm really still working on Which response you need I may not cry when someone falls Whether you or I But I can promise I'll be the first To help your tears to dry Friend and family and acquaintance All mean the same to me I'll gladly help you when you need With no return or fee Eating breathing sometimes bleeding Still less man than machine Dont be so surprised when I Respond mechanically Living in a world of grey Though only black and white Are the colors that I see There's only wrong or right
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
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