My songs

shades of gray

Verse 1:
In the stillness of the night, thoughts collide inside my mind,
A reflection of the battles fought, scars that I can't hide,
Every breath, a weary sigh, no solace to be found,
Lost in the shadows, left to wonder, is there solid ground?

Pre-Chorus:
But I keep on searching, reaching out for a reason,
As the weight of the world keeps changing every season,
Can't escape this feeling, like a ghost in my own skin,
Caught in this maze of doubt, wondering where to begin.

Chorus:
I'm better off dead, or so they always say,
But I've still got my guitar, these songs I'll play,
Through the pain, through the gray, I'll find my way,
In the midst of darkness, I'll make it through the day.

Verse 2:
Whispers of hope, echoing through the haze,
A melody unfolds, guiding me through this maze,
Each note on my guitar, a tale of my own strife,
Sharing these emotions, aiming for a better life.

Pre-Chorus:
So I keep on fighting, weaving my way through the night,
In this dance with the darkness, every shadow I'll ignite,
No longer shackled by the demons that used to hold me tight,
Unleashing the fire within, I'll conquer my own fight.

Chorus:
I'm better off dead, or so they always say,
But I've still got my guitar, these songs I'll play,
Through the pain, through the gray, I'll find my way,
In the midst of darkness, I'll make it through the day.

Bridge:
Oh, the road may be long, but I'll rise from the ashes,
With each strum of these strings, my spirit smashes,
The doubts that held me down, I'll transcend,
Crafting my redemption, on wounds I'll never mend.

Verse 3:
In the depths of my despair, I'll seek the light,
Shedding layers of sorrow, embracing what is right,
For even in the darkest hour, hope can still appear,
Like a solitary star, guiding me away from fear.

Chorus:
I'm better off dead, or so they always say,
But I've still got my guitar, these songs I'll play,
Through the pain, through the gray, I'll find my way,
In the midst of darkness, I'll make it through the day.

Outro:
So I'll keep strumming these chords, chasing love's colors,
Never bowing down to the notion of being smothered,
Though sometimes I may falter, and stumble along the way,
I'll always remember, I'm better off alive, in this beautiful disarray.