your whole life is every shade of grey;
which one of them will you put on today.
the colour of the boredom, of the rain,
of the routine that happens all again.
your pair of eyes is every shade of grey;
the way they look at me and make me stay
to smell the smoke of your cheap cigarettes,
and wonder how so far it always gets.
your daily mood is every shade of grey;
it never gets no better day by day.
this tired look on your exhausted face,
and how you walk with just the same pace.
your whole life is every shade of grey;
it means that i will never go away;
that just like you, i won't ever change;
that me and you are meant to be quite strange.
your whole self is every shade of grey;
the colour of a small and silent bay;
the colour that reminds me of you—
the only being i love so deeply too.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 3:49 PM UTC
your whole life is every shade of grey;
which one of them will you put on today.
the colour of the boredom, of the rain,
of the routine that happens all again.
your pair of eyes is every shade of grey;
the way they look at me and make me stay
to smell the smoke of your cheap cigarettes,
and wonder how so far it always gets.
your daily mood is every shade of grey;
it never gets no better day by day.
this tired look on your exhausted face,
and how you walk with just the same pace.
your whole life is every shade of grey;
it means that i will never go away;
that just like you, i won't ever change;
that me and you are meant to be quite strange.
your whole self is every shade of grey;
the colour of a small and silent bay;
the colour that reminds me of you—
the only being i love so deeply too.
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