black and white.
time is ticking.
bells are ringing.
and i'm still confused.i'm confused to why,
you always call me,
the "bad guy".i couldn't make it,
i didn't try hard enough,
i wouldn't do it,
i can't do it.but i do try.
i try so hard to make you happy.
so hard.but no...
that makes me the "bad guy".and in a world full of white,
i must give up the time on my hands,
just to make you once more...
"happy".but what about me?
am i happy?
oh wait i forgot...
i'm the "bad guy".
i can't be happy.in a world of black and white,
the time is ticking,
the bells keep ringing,
and i'm still that guy.the abombinal bad guy.
but why couldn't it be grey?
no,
that't not right,
only black and white,
for grey is too much.black and white.
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