Looking through my warm brown eyes
All I see is Grey
Steely cold and lacking
I sleep the day away
I want to see the lapis sky
The leaves so evergreen
But the lenses trough which I see
Wash out the color scheme
My days are grey as are my nights
No indigo, twinkling sky-
My world is ever-montone
My secret wish to die.
No pill will ever cure this
No psychothera-py
I was born with grey colored glasses
This is who I be.