you see everything as gray, while i see black and white.
a cherade you play, pretending to be some kind of crusador for what is right. whatever helps you sleep at night.
while i'm being kept awake by bad dreams, ripping at the seams it seems
you've stolen my only light, you act like you're some kind of saint but i know thats far from true, you're only kind and sincere when it's convienient for you.