Grey is the moon
and black is the ****** tune
you play on your guitar
"Why" makes your mind
who do you wanna find?
Your judgmental eye
is staring
glaring
you are trying so hard to find
the difference between
you and me
so you are falling for the in between
lonesome dancer
you are dancing to music
no orchestra could compose
some try hard
and you are trying harder
and your lost love
will never find a martyr
Black
then
White
no colors
will enter your eyesight