We Open our eyes all the same, but through these eyes of mine life seems significantly plain.
Mixtures of black and white left everything grey, a color without meaning that seams lost and afraid.
The color has left this place they call home, but I know deep down inside I'm no longer alone.
The grey way of life is a blessing and a curse, it’s doing 130 down the highway but in the back of a hearse.
It’s a life with many loves but none of them stay.
It’s Looking down a dark tunnel and going that way.
I will live in the grey until the color in me can find its way home perfectly free.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
We Open our eyes all the same, but through these eyes of mine life seems significantly plain.
Mixtures of black and white left everything grey, a color without meaning that seams lost and afraid.
The color has left this place they call home, but I know deep down inside I'm no longer alone.
The grey way of life is a blessing and a curse, it’s doing 130 down the highway but in the back of a hearse.
It’s a life with many loves but none of them stay.
It’s Looking down a dark tunnel and going that way.
I will live in the grey until the color in me can find its way home perfectly free.
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