Life is split by our only purities
Black and white; hate and love
But which were you?
You started out as gray; so I screamed and smeared you black
It was easier to darken something than make it lighter
But which were you?
Perhaps you were pale enough for me to have lied
I could have just blurred my eyes and made you white
But which were you?
You made my world rotten; gray
Some parts dried white and others soaked in black
But which were you?
You’ve been gray since forever
And you’ve grayed my senses
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 9:33 PM UTC
Life is split by our only purities
Black and white; hate and love
But which were you?
You started out as gray; so I screamed and smeared you black
It was easier to darken something than make it lighter
But which were you?
Perhaps you were pale enough for me to have lied
I could have just blurred my eyes and made you white
But which were you?
You made my world rotten; gray
Some parts dried white and others soaked in black
But which were you?
You’ve been gray since forever
And you’ve grayed my senses
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