Nov 6
You got this way about you
I can't figure out
All that I said remains true:
I want to see where life takes you
Your gentle hands, unspoken brush strokes—
Why mask your portrait in shades of gray?
Give yourself the same grace
Why is your worth a foreign concept?
You're the epitome of the green and gold
What can I do?
Certainly can't argue—
Just accept a—
simple truth:
you're the green and gold inside the gray
I can't figure out
All that I said remains true:
I want to see where life takes you
Your gentle hands, unspoken brush strokes—
Why mask your portrait in shades of gray?
Give yourself the same grace
Why is your worth a foreign concept?
You're the epitome of the green and gold
What can I do?
Certainly can't argue—
Just accept a—
simple truth:
you're the green and gold inside the gray
